It happened again. Almost exactly 13 months from the last time. And it rattled me. It still rattles me.
Late at night, someone left a flower on my car here at work. This time a pink rose. No explanation. No identification.
With the motive unexplained, the only conclusion I can reliably draw is that someone was here. Right here, where I was standing now, alone in the dark. Someone being secretive.
And because all other information has been withheld from my emotional database, it becomes, intended or not, a very eerie form of passive aggression. As I said when I wrote about the first incident, the secret admirer thing becomes creepy after about the second grade. Please read that blog post for more details on my thought process regarding this behavior.
In the meantime, here’s a handy rule of thumb: If you think you need to remain anonymous in order to take action, then DON’T TAKE ACTION. Either man up, step up, and own what you do, or leave people alone.
A big thanks to StoryCorps for inspiring this blog and my first book. http://amzn.to/2mlPVh5