“wtf? do you think i’m gonna call half way around the world for no particular reason? if you’ve got something to say, say it. don’t just throw a phone number at me and run..”
that was my reply to a particularly odd message i received today, after a ten month void of communication.
i’m baffled. why the hell would you send me your phone number, after not talking to me at all for ten months…? ten months ago, what friendship there was, was left gasping for life, bitter, twisted, hateful, waiting to die in the virtual ER, ignored by passing friends, family and staff alike…..
and why would you do that, when i live on the other side of the planet..? why would you do that, when you slipped the knife in, twisted it, then walked away, and never looked back… until now.
why are you looking back now? what the hell possessed you to start thinking about me? is it that ten months is enough time to make you realise what an asshole you were? or do you think that ten months is enough time to let me forget about it?
why do i care? why is it that this one simple message, has me at my analytical best? it’s not simple.. you’re a man of few words, and you (usually) don’t hold back from saying exactly what you’re thinking. so i was on your mind (for god knows what reason), and you thought that the only way to solve that, was throw out a line, and see if the fish will bite…
i’m not a fish. gfy.