I'm a Hot Mess

So today in Church (before I had to leave after the Homily because of allergy itching eyes and running nose), the Gospel was read and included a very well known verse:
"The stone that the builders rejected, has become the cornerstone"

In the Homily, Fr, Ken asked us to take time and reflect this week on what is your cornerstone?

I immediately go to thinking how have I been rejected. And I think, ewww, don't open that Pandora's box of issues.

To make a long story short, my cornerstone is Happiness.
Whatever in my life that has not gone the way I want it, or whatever in life that has told me No is all okay because whatever does not happen, will prepare me for what will happen and what happens will be happiness. I am still praying and having Faith for whatever form this Happiness takes but when it happens I will be ready.

So why the title of the blog, I'm a hot mess? Well, Let's explain Friday night.
I left work on Friday at 715pm after what I would like to forget of a 5 and a half hour conference call and trying to finish a big project due on Friday. So, I leave work after the lights timer has gone off and I stop in at the local pub around the corner. Just planning to have a Jack & Diet, order food to go and leave. I ordered the first drink and the food to go, and ordered the second drink all while I got into a lively college football discussion with a girl who is also a regular sitting next to me. When tabbing out my bill, an intoxicated man enters to use the cash machine behind me. He hears us talking football, I flash my LSU credit card I am paying my tab with, he tells me he went to a school we just beat a few weeks ago. No biggie. He leaves.
About 20 minutes later he returns slightly less intoxicated (had he taken a pass out cat nap?)
and pulls up a chair behind us to talk. Okay fine. Well he becomes so enamoured with me to the point both of his hands are holding mine and he is staring at me for 5 minutes and talking to just me while the girl next to me is like, what the. It was odd.
Where I'm a hot mess comes in is that how the heck is someone so enamoured with someone who is a little stressed out, little make up on, old clothes and hair in a tizzy ... how drunk was he?

How this ties into the beginning of this post is this: No matter how much of a hot mess I am, one day Happiness will come and someone will love that hot mess quality about me.