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I like to think of myself as a "nice" person. Friendly and stuff. And I really like strangers.
But I seriously hate when people knock on my door... is that bad? Like, I literally run to the other side of the house when someone is at my front door.
Take today for instance:
I was sitting in my dining room--the room that faces the street. I normally try to leave the blinds down for privacy sake, but I figured by noon it was safe to let some light in and assume no one would be stopping by. Anyway, I was looking down at my phone when I heard a knock at the door. I panicked for a sec and then [pregnant] ran down the hall and loud-whispered to Ian that "someone's here!!!" He answered the door while I hid. Turns out it was my religious friend that I met last week, returning to share another a scripture with me--as I had invited her to do.
There was also the time my dog escaped and I didn't know it.
I was home alone on a Sunday night when persistent knocking and doorbell-ringing occurred.
I didn't answer.
Instead, I ran to the guest room and peered through the blinds at these mysterious figures now standing on our driveway HOLDING MY DOG!!!
It was literally fifteen minutes from when the knocking first started and so kind of my neighbors to wait that long before I finally ran out and acted like I'd been sleeping or showering or something that would've prevented me from coming to the door any sooner.
Then there was also the scarier time when I was home alone on a Tuesday night and it was dark and rainy and someone knocked on my door. A couple times. I was so scared, so I grabbed the dog and we hid in the laundry room for a couple hours. Yes, a couple hours. I'm not sure what my plan was in doing that but I felt safe in there, OK?
Am I the only one that is too scared to answer the door, even in the middle of the afternoon?