Editor’s Note: I punched out this post a little after midnight on Thursday morning.
What the phuck are you trying to do …
Or just make me feel like an undesirable phreak even more ??
Note For Future Reference:
After telling someone that they aren’t good enough to hang out with you anymore,
Or phreaky to such an extent that they make others uncomfortable to be around …
Don’t call the person when you are all out together and remind them of what a good time you’re having …
While they are excluded.
Editor Putting It Into Perspective: I’d say at this point it’s pretty clear that I was at the Anger stage of grief over the loss of my friends. Geez Aims, ya think ?? 🙂 I wrote this post after I got home from validating on Wednesday night in response to a voicemail message I received around 10:00 – 10:30 pm from one of the group I used to hang out with on Wednesdays.
This post is a totally inappropriate, emotional response to a simple voicemail message that meant no harm or ill-will. I wish I could blame it on a buzz, but I was driving myself that night and had nursed but 2 beers over about 3 hours. So it certainly wasn’t an alcohol-induced rant !! 🙂 And honestly, the call was no different than we used to exchange in the past amongst all of us, depending on who we needed to use as a lifeline.
“Hey, do you know the name of the song that the group The Firm had as a hit in the 80’s? We need to know it. If you don’t know it, will you google it if you’re by a computer. Call or text if you have the answer. Thanks. Bye.”
As a collective group of people, Singer, Hottie, Sister, Miss Daisy and myself know a great deal of information about all things trivial,
And depending on the question, it was certainly not out of the ordinary course of things to call one another if we needed or wanted to know the answer to something we think one of the others could provide.
So with an “80’s music trivia” question, it made total sense that I’d be called. And yes, I knew the answer … Radioactive … a condition which could describe how I’ve been feeling the past couple of weeks, the irony of which wasn’t lost on me at the time.
Anyways, I didn’t get the message when the call came in as I was otherwise engaged in conversation at the time, but I think it’s a good thing I didn’t.
I don’t screen out calls from my family and friends … because I am always concerned that when they call me, there’s an emergency for which they need me …
So I’d have taken the call had I heard/seen it at the time,
And would have been courteous, cheerful and helpful over the phone … promptly providing the answer,
And then after I hung up …
I’d have felt like a diseased loser.
To those who were out on Wednesday night,
Please accept my apologies for me even writing this one. I’m sorry.