Posted by azngeek at June 27th, 2007

It’s ironic. How a simple phone call. The tiresome mundane ring of the age old invention. How every aspect. Every thread of an event, can be woven and then be completely massacred into a mess of tattered frayed edges of nothing.

I know what a phone call can do. It can brighten ones day. To know that some out there cares. Or not even that. To know that someone out there, isn’t a complete asshole. Or seems to not be a complete asshole. That’s good enough for me. To brighten my day. To sort of have that flicker, that smidgen of hope. To hold on to. To help wind the sails to take you through a rough day. That’s why I believe in random phone calls. To people you’ve not talked to in yonks. Just to let them know that they are remembered. And for the more popular people. Maybe just to let them know. Yea. You still are that popular person you were back in high school even though that might not have been the point of the call. It could be just purely be on good will and the needs and wants of human beings wanting to connect. To stay in touch. To feel wanted. And to feel needed. All hat jazz.

And then again. You get those phone calls. You never dream of hearing. The lost of a loved one. The lost of friend. Bad news on some test results. Cancer. Or even something as simple as your son having lost the team the finals in a football game. Tatters. Thoughts. They wander.

Well about a call.

Yea. Fuck. I had just got off the phone. A random phone call. Just to make myself feel sort of better. I had a shitty tiring day. I somehow got myself a job teaching a kid with a learning disorder. It frustrates me to no end. But. Well. Someone I know of. Sounded a bit under the weather. And I thought a phone call would do us both good. And then I called. And then there was idle chitter chatter, some exchange of some nonsensical rants, mostly on my part. A fresh voice. It was new. It was good to feel connected again. Yes. It did. Considering how isolated I’ve been feeling (thus the retail therapy, another post for another time). A call on my part. To cheer someone else up. That warm fuzziness rush. Very much like adrenaline. But sugary sweet. And packs far more punch as it gives the senses a tingle. I’m a sucker for warm and fuzziness. Hahha. In a completely macho and manly way of course. I assure you.

Then I try to drift off to sleep. But sure. I’m feeling better about myself and all. (I’m a selfish whore. I make people feel better to help my own psychotic self destructive complex. Maybe. I have no idea) But I’m bothered. Something doesn’t feel quite right. And I have an early start for work the next day. Tutoring. Bleh. don’t as k me why. So I toss and turn. And the phone. It rings. I stare at it idly. And then pick up. It’s my mates mother. She can’t get a hold of her son and was wondering whether he was with me, considering he was out since the morning and it was 12 at night. My heart sank. It was unlike him. Unlike Michael. My friend from college who had just come over back for a holiday from Melbourne days ago.

I told her I’d do everything I could to try to help her look for him. I got the phone. Dialled what must have been a few dozen numbers. Bothering everyone I knew. “Guys. Michael is missing. Seen him around?” But to no avail. I called back his mom. Told him I didn’t know what else to do. And she told me I should get some rest. In another 24 hours. she’d make that phone call. The one no one ever wants to make. A missing persons report to the plice after 24 hours.

And there’s my night. Tossing and turning. I head off for tutoring. And call his home again to check up on his mother. His mother’s hand phone is off. I go straight into the message box. Much like Michael’s phone. And then. I dial his house number….

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And there he is. The fucker came back. In the wee hours of the morning. Mc0ahle you bloody bastard. That was a whole nights sleep! DICSD:LKJP(*Q#$PIU

Asswipe. Will kick your ass the next time I see you. I swear.

Signing off,
Anzgeek