So Spotify is blasting Trampled By Turtles at the moment, and I am in a MOOD, y’all.
Today’s gonna be a little more of a personal post, if you’ll pardon me. If you’re just here for the word counts and the happy-go-lucky cheesy grins, you might want to wait till tomorrow, because this morning I’ve got some things to get off my chest, as it were.
That’s why you all follow me, right? Because I keep it real?
So for the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to get hold of somebody from my past, just to touch base and make sure everything’s copacetic with them. I tried to text them, I’ve written a letter, a real paper letter, I’ve tried to email them but they were on Hotmail and when Hotmail turned into Outlook, apparently their email changed, and I had no idea, and I have no idea what their new email is. We were friends on Facebook, but one of the times I quit FB (AND I DO IT A LOT, YO) I apparently lost them from my friends list and I don’t know how.
So I hunted them up on there again, and I tried to send a friend request and tried to send a message, but we all know the problem with that, right? If you’re not friends, then your message ends up in the “other” inbox. And who checks that? I mean, really, who does?
So I paid to send a message direct last week, finally. And I can see it was read; I can see my second message where I clicked the wrong person was read, too.
So here it is, one last try. I sent one more message last night and I’m going to send the link to this blog post as well as soon as I get done writing it and posting it.
Here I am, on the internet for the wide world to see, B (not using your name on the internet because I respect your privacy).
I’M SORRY. WHATEVER I DID, I AM SORRY.
You’re more important to me than you realize, and I miss you. We’ve known each other too long to let whatever is standing in the way keep us from talking. If you want to call me and gripe and scream and holler, you are more than welcome to do so. This is NOT LIKE YOU. You’ve never just ignored me like this before, and I don’t know why it’s happening now.
The last time we were in contact everything was fine. I don’t understand. Did I do something? Did I say something? Did I hurt you somehow by accident? I really don’t know what’s wrong and I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s wrong. All I can do is sit here eight hours east and say I’m sorry.
I’m not reaching out for any reason other than I miss you and I want to know you’re doing well. I’m okay. Everything is okay here. I’m working, I’m writing, I’m doing fine. The kids are good, J is good, brothers and baby sister are good. Everything’s fine here.
My grandmother died in June. I want to make sure I keep my connections connected. Life changes too fast, B. I want to make sure you’re okay. If you really don’t want to talk to me anymore, please, call me and tell me so. I can’t believe that’s true unless I hear you say it, your voice say it.