the call

I’m nervous tonight. Anxious and nervous. Nerxious. There’s a possibility that this person might call me, or text me if I don’t answer, and even though I would be so much happier not responding, I am afraid I will be obliged to respond. And then we will chat a bit. And there will be A LOT of awkward silences. And then they might say, ‘you seem like you’re in a strange mood.” And I will say, “I’m not sure I know what you mean.” And they will say, “I don’t know. You seem really distant.” And there will be another long pause, but more uncomfortable than the previous pauses. And I will make a joke about it being a 36 hour walk to their house. And that joke will fail spectacularly. And I will start to apologize, but then stop myself because one thing that really irritates them is when I apologize which they say I do way too much. And I don’t want to make things even more uncomfortable than they were 20 seconds earlier.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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