MonkeyPants

That’s A First.

Today I was going to go to a housewarming event. Morgan’s sister and her wonderful fiancee have bought property together, and I wanted to poke my nose in and say hi. I got off the Skytrain. I walked to where their house was.

And I froze.

This has never happened to me before. Always with a degree of social anxiety, I prefer small groups of people, most of whom I know very well. But I can do strangers.  I’m okay with new locations. I can discuss ornamental basil or TV shows or architecture with total strangers.

But I looked at that house and it didn’t look like anyone was there. The curtains were drawn. It looked too quiet. There was nothing happening there.  And I thought, “I have the wrong day. I can’t knock on that door.”

But now I reread the Facebook invitation. I think I did have the right day. Did I just see it in a quiet moment? Were the denizens inside wondering why no one was there? Should I have knocked?

I’ve been thinking all day, and I still don’t know: Should I have knocked on the door?