Locked Out

I locked myself out of my apt. this past weekend while doing laundry. Now, if you know me and how anal I am, you’ll understand how this was very upsetting to me. I’m not the person who forgets their keys, their wallet, or their watch. I’m the person reminding other people not to do this, or remembering to bring mine when they forget theirs. When spells of forgetfulness like this happen to me, I feel utterly dumb and naked. It disrupts my order. Thankfully I can usually snap out of it within 24 hours. But I think, ultimately, the episode encourages me to be more anal than I was before.