once upon a time on the phone (part two)

losing all contact with RealTime™ as this year of 2008 rumbles toward it’s ultimate conclusion, and filling in the gaps of the three primary writing spaces with overlaps and redundancies that are edited for your continued reading pleasure (like a stephen king novel is pleasure, i imagine, aye?), this is the second of a two part entry that will have it’s first part uploaded tomorrow so it appears above, and therefore, in the spot where a part one should appear… confused?...

we haven’t even gotten started…

and it gets even more interesting… what?... more interesting than smash?... how is that possible, you might ask… well, maybe interesting is not the right word… weird?... what?... more weird than smash?... ok, so maybe the word is creepy… oooo, creepy…

see, what happened was…

there i was nodding off again (you may recall the future in RealTime™ if you follow the flow) and the phone rang again… yes, again… read part one if you don’t believe me or want to understand that again means there was a first time that wasn’tthis time... yeah, so anyway… i vaguely remember pressing the button (to answer) and next thing i know is i am waking again and hearing voices on the phone… i say hello and nobody responds… all i can come up with is someone who’s name is not in my phone must have called me from inside their pocket… i can only hope is was a female pocket as it’s more exciting in a female pocket, for me, at least… maybe i was the last number they entered in their phone or something… and there i am, asleep while their phone is connected to my phone and until i wake, neither of us know it… i wonder if this is the one… laughter, naturally…

so there i am sitting and listening to background conversation to try to figure out who called me on the phone and i suppose i ought to hang up but i am curious… i would be asleep but the conversation is keeping me awake… well, not the conversation as i really can’t heard what people are saying, but my curiosity about who it might be… so very odd… it’s kind of mystical, like here it is, xmas even on the calendar (well, it was in the future when i actually wrote this entry), and santa pressed the button on someone’s cellphone to keep me company cuz he knew i was going to be alone… but i was choosing to be alone… to sleep, actually… and yet, curiosity is fun…

santa is such an imp...

so is life (an imp and fun) when lived as i live it (and i mean mostly meaning no harm and therefore innocently curious and open to sharing anything any way the connections may happen as honestly as we are able… like this phone connection, for instance… i don’t know who is there and i don’t know what they are talking about, but i am kind of almost there with them even if they don’t know it… it’s an ethereal sharing and i just might find out who’s phone called me one day down the road, another mystery to explore along the way)… yeah, life is fun when lived as i live it…

maybe the phone wants to be my friend again…

wouldn’t it be nice :)