Every single time, it is a cacophonous din, and it swims through the air in a fluid fashion. But this fluidity does not treat the air with respect. The vibrations are nosy - they never wait for the go ahead. The worst part is, it gets more terrible as you wait. And not because of the repetition, but because it's insistence gets more persistent. It gets louder, it gets faster. Jesus Christ himself could not overpower this telephone. It yells at you and fills you with anxiety and until your face falls off and your hands catch fire, this telephone will never stop ringing. The possibility of anything and anyone being on the other end is too much, and that ringing is so loud, and now everyone outside the building can hear and they're all wondering "Why aren't you answering that phone?" You can't take it anymore. You answer.
You're so glad you could let Miguel know it was the wrong number.
Do you think about getting married? Sometimes. Marriage is like some abstract idea, like anti-matter and phantoms. Except a phantom is a more welcoming thought, more exciting. Not that matrimony couldn't be, I'm sure it's wonderful. But the twenty year old mind should be categorizing it in the same vein as explosions on Mars and unobserved species in the ocean.
How long does it take to realize you weren't paying attention? I mean really not paying attention. How many times have you expressed an opinion as a necessity of coexisting with people? Probably it's a daily thing. I greet so many fucking people everyday as a necessary part of both my jobs. I'm going to have to do it again in about thirty seconds. I can't stand most of them. It's pretty bleak. Sometime's it's enlightening. Usually just mundane. But how many times have I said something as a reflex, and then months later realized it is completely false. Nothing about it is even remotely true, and it was always an erroneous statement anyways. It never absolutely needed to be said. If I do this with some things, and most people do it with almost everything, is this how humans really interact? With complete falsehoods, constantly? You can talk to people all day everyday, but nobody knows anybody. I beg of you - don't do it to me, and I promise I won't do it to you. Deal?
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