several months ago, i had a couple of friends over for a light dinner and dessert. we recently started making getting together a habit and will rotate the location among our homes. last week was my turn.
i love entertaining, though i have not done so in a while, but enjoy it when i do. depending on the day company is coming, i order out or I cook the meal myself. this time we ordered out.
after dinner, we sat around and talked, waiting for our food to digest so we could stuff our bellies with dessert.
in the midst of our conversations, both of my guests complimented the décor of my apartment and said, “it doesn’t look like anyone lives here.”
“what do you mean it doesn’t look like anyone lives here?” i frowned. “we have furniture, pictures on the wall….dishes. what did you expect to see garbage and clothes all over the place?” the conversation died down and we moved on to something else.
however, for the rest of the night and the next morning, i looked around my place repeating the words it doesn’t look like anyone lives here to myself.
i’m not upset or mad, perplexed maybe.
when i think about an “empty” home, a visual of my apartment doesn’t come to mind.
when i got to work, i emailed another friend and relayed the conversation i had with my guests and asked her opinion of my apartment and why she didn’t tell me my apartment was as cold and empty as an eskimo’s igloo.
she told me to pipe down, they were only saying it’s too neat and i should take it as a compliment.
i don’t.
later that morning, my friend sent me the video below about…well you have to watch it. it’s hilarious and although i’m not as intense as the man in the video or hold myself to that standard, i was able to laugh at myself from someone else’s point of view.
