I Really Don't Want to Stay Anymore...I Really Don't

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Hey folks, this is Usagi1992 again, and I really, REALLY have a dilemma on my hands, so I'm looking for advice as to how to handle this. Of course, I doubt that most of what people will suggest, I'll wind up following. But please read my whole post before labeling me too harshly.

You see, about 2 weeks ago, my building was scheduled to undergo the bi-yearly process of changing the screens in the windows of all the apartments. Now how I deal with this is that I choose to sleep over at the old homestead for the night, because I don't like being woken up early to the sight of strange men installing windows, you know? Anyways, my father and I had just finished putting the last touches on cleaning my apartment, then he went to go pick up mom from work. Well, about a half hour later, and just minutes after I'd finished masturbating while waiting, I got a call from Dad saying to buzz them up. So I did...and then, feeling rather playful (maybe it was from still being a little light-headed from what I'd been previously doing) I dashed out of my apartment in a red t-shirt and blue boxer briefs, to the elevator and pressed the buttons to see if I could delay the elevator going down to them.

Well, after I'd done so, I was shocked when the doors opened and the young lady from apartment 301 (I'm in 304, the same hallway) stepped out! God, I was so embarrassed I could DIE! I apologized and trotted back to my apartment with as much dignity as I could muster...but then the worst possible thing happened to make matters worse: I'd locked myself out of my apartment!! And worst of all, the young lady SAW my predicament, and must've assumed I must be a pretty irresponsible fellow to lock myself out in that state of undress. And my humiliation wasn't over yet: my parents then showed up and asked me what the hell I was doing in the hallway with no pants on, followed by a lecture about how I should ALWAYS have the key around my neck at all times even when I step out to do the laundry. I had to ride home with them barefoot, and with my mother's coat wrapped around my waist for decency, so that we could find the spare keys to my apartment door! (which we did after one failed attempt)

Well, fast forward to today, while mom and I were driving to the old homestead for me to spend the night. We'd got to talking about that locked out incident, and mom said that it was a good thing that woman didn't get the wrong impression of me, or report me to the super, otherwise 'you'd be out of there'. There was just something in her tone of voice that rubbed me the wrong way. Not that I was mad at her for saying that...it's just that...to think I came that close...to getting evicted for something that wasn't my fault. And given my history of increasingly bizzare behaviour, AND my increasing sense of agoraphobia, I'm absolutely sure that something like this will probably crop up again.

So, even though my parents are probably gonna murder me for this, I've decided that at the end of the week, I'm going to call Mr. Green to arrange a meeting...so that I can move out at the beginning of August.
I mean, I'd certainly be happy to pay him the next few months rent in advance if I was allowed to end my contract. It'll also give me plenty of time to move all my crap out of my apartment, and back to the old homestead.

I'm clearly a danger to myself and a potential pest/menace to the other tenants. My increasing OCD and my agoraphobia DOES present a problem. So I think that the best possible course of action is to remove myself from that environment altogether.

Well, comments welcome as always. I may not always agree with what you say, but let me hear the brutal words of wisdom you have to offer.

Usagi1992

I'd say most people have locked themselves out at some point - I certainly have! It's really not as big a deal as your parents seem to be making it.

Just give a spare copy of the keys to your mum or (if you trust them) a neighbour in case it happens again.

(whilst I wouldn't advise wearing a key round your neck at all times, wearing clothes you wouldn't mind being seen in outside the house is also probably a good idea)

I think you guys are all overreacting.

I could totally see this being the first scene in a comedy movie. Everybody does stupid things occasionally. Just laugh at it and forget about it.

Well, this ISN'T the first time that's happened to me, but it was the first time that I couldn't immediately remedy the problem, because the maintenance man who lives across from me wasn't home at the time. I was counting on Mom having a spare apartment key in her pocketbook, but when she didn't, THAT'S when I realized I'd failed as a son, and failed as a human being too. And they weren't really that upset with me. Hell, they even made a joke about the coat wrapped around my waist, saying I looked like a Balinese dancing girl.

I think your story sounds rather..endearing, not awful, it doesn't make you out as being nearly as bad as you think it does.

Woaah! 1 + 1 does not equal 1000000

You had all the standard fail-safes in place, just luck had it that this time they didn't work (wait, they did! Your mum had a spare, just at home). It wasn't a disaster and everyone else has already laughed it off- just be more careful next time. Even if it does happen again, it really isn't a Big Deal. Seriously.

You could make far worse mistakes and still not have failed as a human being- hell look around you at all the people hooked on drugs and alcohol- their parents probably wish they'd just lock themselves out occasionally!

Well, it's not so much the whole ordeal of locking myself out. It's the fact that I was lucky that I wasn't reported for indecent exposure. When people talk to me about 'possibilities', my mind races as though it was a CERTAINTY, as in it would certainly happen again, albeit mostly out of my control.

I don't know if the people on this forum board have figured it out or not, but I'm the KING of making mountains out of molehills! I feel that every action that I have to take to prevent future mistakes (or as I call them, embarrassments) must be taken to the extreme.

My decision still stands, but I think I'm being VERY reasonable in this act of finality. I would be allowing myself at least 2 months to clear all my sh*t from my apartment. If I was letting my emotions get the better of me, I'd never want to go back to my apartment at ALL! So I guess I'm not too far gone, heh.

and to Lene - maybe you're right. If could happen to anybody. ^_^

IMO, that wasn't an "indecent" state of undress.

Are you 100% sure you want to give up your own place? I assume that moving back "to the old homestead" means moving back in with your parents.

If this is really right for you, then go for it, but I hope you're not making a too-hasty decision.

Point taken.

Update....and this is really embarrassing...

I've recently gotten off the phone with Mr. Green himself, to talk about the theoretical possibility of moving out...and even after explaining why I felt I had to leave, he said the same thing that you guys were: that it was an accident, it could've happened to anybody, and to not worry about that lady that I thought I'd given the wrong impression to!

Well, after hearing it from the landlord's mouth...that's what convinced me to change my mind and stay in my apartment after all. I'm lucky to have such a kind and understanding landlord. ^_^ So yes, crisis averted! I'm feeling muuuuch better now.

Usagi1992

Yayy! I'm glad you have a kind and understanding landlord too.

It's good that you're feeling better about this. Take care.

Dude and you got yourself an excellent chance of dating that young lady (i assume you meant an adult young lady of course) with that too.


The neat thing of embarrasing yet really funny moments for that purpose is that.. hey, you were already seen at the lowest point of humiliation and I betcha she found it hilarious... so ask her out

What she going to do? Say no at worst

yay Everest averted!