"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"I'm your new roomie!" I saw her smiling face. But my heart sank lower than the floor I was standing on.
Without any warnings and signs, I felt like the walls around me suddenly
crashed down on me. Out of the blue, my independence just got robbed
away.
I used to think my post about my Freedom Gray was a little too early. But now it seems just about time! My hunch proved me right!
Her creed and beliefs don't bother me. It's not about her, never about her. It's just the timing wasn't right. I feel somehow, any how, my privacy is invaded. Whatever I did last night, or the last few months, I won't be able to do with another stranger around.
Just imagine: your asshole suck in all the toxic gas back into your stomach, which you supposed to let loose; you're no longer to pluck your underarm hairs and get rid of the chicken skin when you're on your own in the room; you have to make sure the floor is spark clean; and you're no longer to rub smelly-no-more underarms.
It's just too much for me to swallow it all. God definitely blessed that split second when I opened the door. He really knew how to give me a big surprise.
