, ____, ( 21/10/01 anada451 , / \ ,_____ (--|_\_,,_, _ _| _ __________ ,-.______ _,---._ __ _/ \ / \+------ _| ) | |(_|(_|(_|_ .net------/ )----.-' `./-/ \ / / ( |__, ( ( ,' `/ /| \ / \ `-" \'\ / | \ / "Ya Gotta Have" `. , \ \ / | Y-------- ----------/`. ,'-`----Y | / by Infernal ( ; mEoW!@/| ' i________________________________________________| ,-. ,-'_______/ | / | | | ( * | / |____________________ Anada is cat-friendly! __) |__\ `.___________|/ `--' `--' Checked the caller ID when I got home from the studio tonight, sweaty and worn out and ready for a shower then sleep, and whose name popped up but yours. Crazy, seeing it. Sleep was forgotten and now I’m up at the darkest hour of night, pondering. I mean, we’re not enemies, no bad blood or ugly fights in our decidedly uncheckered past for me to worry about you rekindling. It’s just that you’d sorta faded, there was this series of silences between your words that got longer and longer each time, like your saliva had dried and your lips had gummed shut, until finally (without either of us noticing it) you weren’t there any more, and that could have just as easily been that. But you must have thought I was worth the effort of trying to speak again. Of course, you didn’t leave a message, only called. Did you realize you had nothing to say? Were you secretly relieved when the phone kept ringing? Did you feel a cool breeze soothe the alkali sweat on your brow when you put the phone down, still silent? Or were you taking a calculated risk that I’d have caller ID, and making a subtler ploy, batting the ball slyly back into my court, taking the initiative but refusing to shoulder the hard part of any awkward reunion? Or do you think of me as the one who let those silences fester? I don’t rationally think it was one person – it never is in these situations. But I know that in my head I blame you for it, and feel a sense of reproach at you for not making more effort to keep us close. Do you feel the same way about me? Was the call-but-no-message your way of shaking me out of inaction and making me call you? I could see myself doing the same thing tomorrow when (if) I call you back, especially since I won’t know what to say if your machine picks up. And God knows I don’t want to be caught in mid-message if you pick up as I’m talking – that’s like getting blinded by headlights when you’re trying to cross the road. How silly and stupid. We’re like people on opposite sides of a river, trying to mend a bridge by lobbing bricks at each other. I do miss you, and I would like to talk to you again. I hope we do get back in touch, and then stay in touch, but will we? Is it going to be a situation where we both try way too hard, and the effort becomes resented more than the friendship was valued in the first place? I’ve been thinking about friends lately. There are ones who’ve drifted out of my life, like you did, and I wonder if I do enough to keep people near me. I tend to hold my friends to unrealistic, unfair standards (standards I would never meet if they were judging me by them), and I would like to stop doing that. It’s not a very friend-worthy thing to do. I want to keep my friends close, and let them know by my actions that I appreciate them, and that I’m honored to be part of their lives. I’m not talking about being the most popular boy on Main Street; I just want to stop meeting worthy people and then moving away from them. So you wanna go have lunch tomorrow? I’ll call you. And I might leave a message. /\___/\ ____________________________________________________________ /\___/\ \ -.- / \ -.- / `-.^.-' (c) 2001 Anada e'zine by Infernal `-.^.-' /"\ ________________________________________________________________ /"\