Ugh

GET UP, J. IT'S MORNING AND YOU ONLY HAVE A COUPLE OF DAYS LEFT BEFORE YOUR TRIP NORTH.

I'm up, I'm up. He hasn't written yet this morning, should I say something?

YOU HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO THAN TO BE CHECKING THIS FIRST THING.

I know, I still have to pack and I have to make a couple of work phone calls, and then I have to consider going to trivia tonight. But..

QUIT IT. YOU'RE 38, YOU'RE NOT A SCHOOL GIRL ANYMORE. HE WENT TO BOWLING JUST FINE WITHOUT YOU, YOU CAN DO YOUR STUFF AND FOCUS ON YOUR WORLD A LITTLE. IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'LL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN.

I sent him a "good morning".

I CAN'T EYEROLL HARD ENOUGH. WILL YOU PLEASE FOCUS? IT'S ALREADY BEEN FIFTEEN MINUTES AND YOU'RE STILL LAYING HERE LIKE A FANGIRL WITHOUT AN OUNCE OF SENSE IN YOUR HEAD.

That's hardly fair, I really like this one. Arguably more than almost any other, and I won't be seeing him for a while. What if he stops--

NOPE. NO. WE ARE NOT GOING DOWN THE 'WHAT IF' ROAD TODAY, THERE'S TOO MUCH TO DO. HE LIKES YOU. HE LOVES YOU. WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED?

We need yellow hearts and confessions of deep feelings and to touch him.

Who are you?!

OH NOT YOU. DAMN IT. 

I'm NRE. I've literally been here this whole time.

How come I haven't noticed you before?

LOVE IS BLIND. AND FUCKING IRRITATING. NO WONDER WE CAN'T GET ANYTHING DONE.

Tell him you love him and ask him if he wants to see you.

But he already says that on his own, I don't need the reassuranc--

DO IT.

LISTEN, WE HAVE TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO BE TRYING TO RUN THIS SHOW, NRE. PIPE DOWN.

Let's set a countdown in our phone until the time we'll see him again!

Ugh, god, even I'm not that gross. Guys, it's getting a little crowded in here. Can we maybe take a break?

Sure! I'll just text him some memes and you guys can--

NO. NO MEMES. WE HAVE DISHES TO DO.

Too late.

DAMN IT, J, PLEASE STEP IN HERE AND DO SOMETHING.

What do you want me to do? The memes were actually pretty good. I can't argue with them, Ego.

YOU COULD TRY. YOU'RE DRIVING THE BOAT.

A boat. Oooooh like the harbor cruise he wants to take you on. Oh so dreamy...

Do you have to hold on to everything, NRE?

Duh, it's kind of my thing.

LISTEN, IF WE DON'T GET A MOVE ON...

hey dudes. what's the party for?

SHIT.

Shit.

What? Who is that?

its me. ur anxiety. just got done replaying the nightmares i gave u. tight bro.

That was you?

Yeah, she likes to take my work and warp it.

That explains why he was acting strange in  my dream.

ANXIETY, WE REALLY DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS. WE HAVE A LOT TO GET DONE AND FRANKLY THIS WHOLE THING IS GETTING RIDICULOUS. WE'RE GROWN, LET'S START ACTING LIKE IT.

daaaamn someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

Oh look, he wrote in our poly group.

Is it about us??

yeah right, he's just asking a question. it's probably about someone else. wait, that's a good question. do you think it's about us? is he saying he can't connect with us? is he saying it's hard to just say hello in text? what if it means--

OH MY GOD NO. STOP. J, FOR REAL, YOU NEED TO GET UP AND START FIGURING THINGS OUT. IT'S BEEN ALMOST AN HOUR NOW AND YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANYTHING DONE.

I don't know why you think I can control any of this. Like I'm pretty sure you've been here for at least 30 of the past 38 years I've been alive.

MY MEMORY ISN'T GREAT, OK? I JUST KNOW THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND.

Maybe I should write. That always helps.

yeah, but first ask him if he's mad at u. or if his dream self was ignoring you at that dream party because ur picking up on subtle subconscious clues he's giving you that he's losing interest.

Oh my god, I'm not doing that. Everything is fine.

Yeah, it's totally cool. I'm going to play his playlist now. Can we text him again?

NO! THAT'S IT, WE'RE GOING TO MAKE SOME COFFEE AND SOME PHONE CALLS.

Ok, ok. I'm up, we're up and I even have clothes on. Look, the coffee is even brewing.

Do you think he's thinking about you?

I REALLY HOPE NOT. HE HAS MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO.

yeah, he never thinks of u.

NOT WHAT I MEANT.

Jesus, this is getting brutal. I need coffee creamer.

He used this creamer last time he was here.

Is that how I sound? Is that really how I fucking sound? I'm sorry, Ego, you're right. That's disgusting.

TELL ME ABOUT IT.

At least I have an idea about how to write this morning.

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