What does it want from me?

A wasp breezes into the the bathroom as I was showering. Being more concerned with the unusually loose showerhead, I ignore the wasp and continue fiddling with the screws. It circles around my bathroom for quite a number of rounds, entering the shower at times, probably oblivious of my presence, the water in there. The moment I stop showering, the wasp flies out from the window.

As I enter my room, searching for underwear, it barges in again, does the same thing, carries on for quite a while. I put on my underwear, and off it goes. Never came back.

The cheek of the wasp!
You can't just simply waltz into my room OR the bathroom when I'm unclothed!

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Now this nonchalant behaviour of mine is rather uncommon, in fact, rare. Normally I'd scoot as far as possible, away from little flying objects. Well I woke up today, found pen marks on my bolster, saw a very unlikely number on my Received Calls, showerhead in an odd angle, missed the Film for the 2nd time, and in all my slumber, gave a pathetic reason to my mother when asked why wasn't I going to school today.

"Gotta catch up with my sleep mum, don't wanna end up with a snoring bridesmaid in the church."

Yes, my sister's wedding is this Saturday.
I'm happy for her too, yet I feel kinda aloof from all this hustle and bustle weddings usually have. Even as a fucking bridesmaid, I don't really get the brouhaha. Okay, she's getting married, that means joint account, a new flat, and a new family member. Big fat hairy deal.

I'm being anal here, but hey, that's me.
If this means less work being done because of time wasted in getting gowns and pretty shoes, I've every reason to be anal.

Oh yes, I kissed someone I wasn't supposed to kiss.
Funny thing is, I feel so indifferent about this.
It's not me at all.

My days are getting dangerously surreal.