Well, it appears that I’ve attracted a secret admirer somehow and I don’t really know how to feel about it. This week I found six roses on the ground behind my apartment building. It was so random that I keep questioning if they were put there for me to find. My first reaction was fueled by my overactive paranoia so I jumped immediately to “STALKER!” If it weren’t for some past experiences with that problem, I might not have been so quick to think the roses were a bad sign. Or set up an IP camera behind my sliding glass door to catch any movement near my patio. I don’t have the slightest clue how I convinced myself that I’d be able to catch the “stalker” hanging out behind my apartment like it was some daily occurrence or something. And how would I be able to say who left the roses when I couldn’t even tell you how many neighbors I have and where they live. The best example of how ridiculous my mind works is that I actually believed a camera recording would protect me from some unknown threat. Threat? Really? After I came to my senses, I realized I was probably taking the gesture in the opposite direction from what was intended. I should be flattered. And I truly am now. I only wish I knew who placed the roses on the ground and if they were really meant for me.