I think I have absolute proof that I must have the worst luck in the
world.
When I was a teacher, a passing student v* in front of my classroom.
Mine! Of course! And only a foot away from where I was standing.
A few nights ago, I came home to find that someone had done the
same in front of my apartment door. Yes, of course, it would happen
to *me*.
I think at this point, I definitely feel fear, but I'm also very angry. I'm
angry that I have to feel this way and angry because when *I* feel
even a LITTLE ill, I always go to the restroom WAY beforehand to
keep from disturbing anyone else. I know that not everyone has a
phobia of it, but-- save a few weirdos with fetishes for it-- no one
likes it.
I'm angry because I'm afraid to go outside and I'm angry because if
*I* couldn't control myself 1) I wouldn't have done it IN FRONT OF
someone's door and 2) I would have cleaned up after myself. So
inconsiderate!
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