There is this thing I have with my keys...
Whenever I approach the building I currently live in, I start roaming my bag for my keys, even though I am still far away from the actual door. When we lived in Pradl in Innsbruck I would jingle my keys before I had even left the tram. Now, as I bunk with my sister, it is specifically stupid as she lives in a building without elevator and in the second floor (thank God, imagine she lived in the fourth or something...) and I have to haul my ever-fattening body up the stairs and, adding to this exhaust, I already start looking for my keys way before I reach the door, even if I have to balance bags, phone and my breathing. Why would I do it? First, it is probably because I am a control freak and I need to know it's still there, but why would the little moment before arriving at the door be better than a minute earlier. Additionally, it wouldn't resolve the situation whatsoever knowing earlier if it was missing.
Secondly, I could save a little time, but that is not the reason, I guess. I mean, sure, it would probably be a nano-second faster if rummaging for my keys a little earlier, but it's not really making any difference, only the one that I could look for them in all peace if only I could put all bags etcetera down on the floor. So this remains a mystery (among many) and I suppose it belongs just to the many ticks I have acquired over time, like immediately wiping my mouth as soon as someone stares at me for a little too long or checking if my phone was stolen five minutes after I checked the last time.
I am mortified to get robbed, I am. It hasn't happened to me so far but there is this little part of me that knows it will happen one day - because I assume it happens to everybody one day. My man has had his phone stolen various times and he survived but I think I would suffer from a mental breakdown if ever it happened to me. Worse still would be my wallet. Still, I guess many women suffer from this fixed idea someone might have stolen something precious from their bags in the ten minutes they didn't check. And then there is actually this crucifying moment when you cannot find what you're looking for because it decided to hide in the farthest corner of your Mary Poppins bag and you have a frantic panic attack, only for it resurface the minute you decided to faint. It is agonising, really, but so is looking for your keys while shopping bags pierce into your wrists, your headphone is dangling in the way and you drop your phone in the effort, so I might try to drop it - we suffer enough, don't you think...
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