I woke up this morning and had the worst headache. My back was hurting and my body had an awful stench to it. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I saw my reflection in the mirror. I didn't recognize her. The heavy make-up, the skimpy clothes, it was all something very foreign to me. Where did these clothes come from? Nothing in my closet remotely resembles an ensemble like this. This wasn't the first time something like this happened to me.
The first time was back in college. It was my freshman year. It was midterms and I was in the library studying. I saw this guy across the room staring at me. I tried to concentrate on my studies but the urge to look over at him kept penetrating my thoughts. I had to admit he was attractive. This was the first guy who had ever caught my attention like this. A few minutes later he was walking over to my table. We engaged in conversation for a few minutes then i blacked out. Everything after that moment is a blur. The next thing I remember is walking back to my room. My clothes were wrinkled, the smell of sex was all over me, and it felt like I had peed on myself. I couldn't understand what had happened to me. I desperately wanted to confide in someone about what may have happened but I feared being portrayed as insane. For years I had been having these black outs and never done anything about it.
Like always, I took a shower, washed my hair, and threw out the unfamiliar clothes. I stepped outside to go to the corner store. I was a sucker for these homemade sweets the owners wife makes. They were every fat girls dream food. I limited myself to one a week. Although it was every fat girls dream, I didn't want to be one of those fat girls living that dream. I worked too hard to keep my figure in great shape. On my way to the corner store I see a man walking down the adjacent street naked. "That's so disgusting!" I whispered to myself. As I got closer I realized it was none other than Leeroy Jenkins. Ugh! What a perv he is. I don't understand why he can't just at least put on some pants. NO one wants to see his... My thoughts were interrupted by a man walking by. He gave me an awkward glance and then smiled. I shot a confused look at him.
"Don't act like you don't know who I am!" said the strange guy.
"I'm sorry I don't think I do," I replied.
"Really Sydney? You're gonna act like you don't remember me?"
"Sydney? My name isn't Sydney. I think you have me confused with someone else."
"That's fucked up. I can't believe you're gonna play me like that. That's ok. I know where to find you."
On that note, I walked away. I felt sort of bad for putting some girl named Sydney in a bad position with that guy. That feeling of remorse quickly subsided. Maybe this Sydney girl had whatever it is coming for her. I got to the corner store. . .
It happened again. I blacked out. I was already back in front of Watershed Heights with my sweets in hand. I don't remember buying them or the walk from the corner store back to the apartments. Was there something God was trying to tell me? How would I know? I'm not very big on religion. I needed to talk to someone who had some sort of special connection with God. Then it hit me, Andre from down the hall. He had a connection with God like none other. He would have the answer to my problem...or so I hoped!
