Today I ran into a moment with dragging up a short hyperbole of life. It covers a phobia which I have already slightly covered in a prior post.
I was in the third grade and had a rather long day for an eight year old. Early in the morning was about four o'clock to be ready at six... I was in charge of my brother and myself to wake up. However, sometimes Zoe would wake me up just a little early because she too would be awake and helping with making our breakfast, lunch and of course she would watch some morning cartoons. Around eight or nine would be our bed time.
One morning, Zoe must have had a drink... Or two... Point is, she decided to play a prank on myself because at the time; we must understand. The parental unit would know full well when functions at school were happening. Be it a Christmas show, a play, a concert and many other things. I would tell her well before hand when functions at school were happening, however, she would be half an hour to an hour late. It was her mindset the show wouldn't start without her. As a child and even as an adult I learned to be punctual and never late for anything important. Back to Zoe.
She woke me up and said, "Chris, Chris, you're late for school! Wake up!" I jumped out of my bed and scrambled my cloths and began waking up my little brother. Zoe is laughing a little. Then I ran into the bathroom and began cleaning my face, and then ran into the kitchen. No breakfast was made... No lunch. Then I looked at the time. In a split moment of delirium I noticed the time was midnight. However, I couldn't think anything was out of the ordinary. Zoe is now histaricaly laughing. It's not till the moment when Zoe is ridiculously laughing to my expense she told me she purposely woke me up early. I didn't understand for a moment and slowly realizing. I finally began to cry. Needless to say I think at this point my phobia began to manifest. Since then, I've never personally been late for any appointments. Not without exterior reasons causing me to be late i.e. traffic, or worst case scenarios.
Yesterday, being a snow day for my job. Lor still had to go to work. So, I set my alarm and went to her place to clean off her car and get her ready for work. Ya'know, breakfast, and handle some of her house chores while she's at work. While I have breakfast rolling, and I'm bundled up trying to scrape off whatever amount of snow and ice was on the car. The windows were good to go, then I got to the driver door. I scrapped off what little ice was on the seem of the door. Then I began to open the door. Pressure, counter pressure, the works. Just to try and open the door without setting off the alarm. Well, a couple of yanks on the door and the door handle came right off!
I was in the third grade and had a rather long day for an eight year old. Early in the morning was about four o'clock to be ready at six... I was in charge of my brother and myself to wake up. However, sometimes Zoe would wake me up just a little early because she too would be awake and helping with making our breakfast, lunch and of course she would watch some morning cartoons. Around eight or nine would be our bed time.
One morning, Zoe must have had a drink... Or two... Point is, she decided to play a prank on myself because at the time; we must understand. The parental unit would know full well when functions at school were happening. Be it a Christmas show, a play, a concert and many other things. I would tell her well before hand when functions at school were happening, however, she would be half an hour to an hour late. It was her mindset the show wouldn't start without her. As a child and even as an adult I learned to be punctual and never late for anything important. Back to Zoe.
She woke me up and said, "Chris, Chris, you're late for school! Wake up!" I jumped out of my bed and scrambled my cloths and began waking up my little brother. Zoe is laughing a little. Then I ran into the bathroom and began cleaning my face, and then ran into the kitchen. No breakfast was made... No lunch. Then I looked at the time. In a split moment of delirium I noticed the time was midnight. However, I couldn't think anything was out of the ordinary. Zoe is now histaricaly laughing. It's not till the moment when Zoe is ridiculously laughing to my expense she told me she purposely woke me up early. I didn't understand for a moment and slowly realizing. I finally began to cry. Needless to say I think at this point my phobia began to manifest. Since then, I've never personally been late for any appointments. Not without exterior reasons causing me to be late i.e. traffic, or worst case scenarios.
Yesterday, being a snow day for my job. Lor still had to go to work. So, I set my alarm and went to her place to clean off her car and get her ready for work. Ya'know, breakfast, and handle some of her house chores while she's at work. While I have breakfast rolling, and I'm bundled up trying to scrape off whatever amount of snow and ice was on the car. The windows were good to go, then I got to the driver door. I scrapped off what little ice was on the seem of the door. Then I began to open the door. Pressure, counter pressure, the works. Just to try and open the door without setting off the alarm. Well, a couple of yanks on the door and the door handle came right off!
First thing, I was shocked on just the idea I pulled off a fucking door handle.
Second, I shat my paints trying to come up with some way to tell Lor I fucked up her door.
I walked into the apartment and said in an hesitant voice, "Lor, I don't be upset." She said, "What happened, lover?" I hold up the small pathetic plastic of a door handle and said, "I broke your car." Lor began to laugh a little. I was still unsure weather or not this would escalate. Ya'know those weird moments of someone laughing at you and you don't know if that's the same way to respond. Well, this was one of those moments. The only thing I had left to say, "I didn't know I went Incredible Hulk on your car!?"
Well, a quick phone call to her boss and then to the repair guy. In a flash we both were able to drive her car and my truck to the mechanic and drop her car off. After, I took Lor to her job.
The next morning I woke up to a ten o'clock phone from the mechanic telling me they fixed the car. Another ring fifteen past I got a phone from the bank about my new checking card. Two hours later, my actual alarm went off. Around one I was dressed and ready for work and to get Lor's car. Picked her up and rushed down the block for her car. When we got into the shop, the mechanic said,
"Well, Mr. G. the car is fixed and next time. Never go full retard."
Well, a quick phone call to her boss and then to the repair guy. In a flash we both were able to drive her car and my truck to the mechanic and drop her car off. After, I took Lor to her job.
The next morning I woke up to a ten o'clock phone from the mechanic telling me they fixed the car. Another ring fifteen past I got a phone from the bank about my new checking card. Two hours later, my actual alarm went off. Around one I was dressed and ready for work and to get Lor's car. Picked her up and rushed down the block for her car. When we got into the shop, the mechanic said,
"Well, Mr. G. the car is fixed and next time. Never go full retard."
Added to the beginning to all of this, I also broke Lor's travel cup she used for work. Then that same evening broke a drinking picture which fell from the top of the refrigerator. Furthermore, I broke a dresser Lor replaced for me when it broke after moving into my new apartment... In case you all didn't know, I'm the Hulk.
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