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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

stupid telephone people

As some of you may know, I have issues returning phone calls. It's not the person, or anything like that, it's just the time and effort it takes to make good conversation when all you really want to do it sleep, or take interesting photographs of yourself.

well, that's my problem, anyway.

The other problem I'm having lately is that I don't answer the phone either. I just don't want to talk to the two people that are constantly calling my house, which happen to be 2 of my younger sister's friends.

And when I say constantly, I mean, every freaking day. And night, too. Don't forget night. And they want to be all chatty and ask me how my day went, and how am I liking work, and all that friendly saccharine sweet crap that people use to fill time in their days or space, or whatever.

Personally, I don't make time in my schedule to be fancy shmancy nice to people I don't really plan on having in my life, like my sister's friends. They're weird and not in a good way. Needy in a potentially scary way, as well.

I gave up pretense-based pleasantries a long time ago because I figure they are too fake in the real world. We can be nice to people, but no reason to go over the top and pretend to make plans or say we'll call people we wouldn't look twice at, on a bad day. That's what I mean when I say I gave it up. Why bother, it's a time waster.

Anyway, back to topic. These people have taken to calling when I'm asleep. And like a dumbass (because I think there might be something terribly important that I need to know at 3 a.m.) I answer the phone. It's just her friend, wanting my sister to call her when she wakes up. This morning, I hang up the phone, not even able to articulate to this person how much of a freaking A-hole she was to call at that hour.

That time of night is reserved for Vancouver based rockstars and my mother to call in the event there is an accident.

No shit.
And people wonder why I am so tired and floppy today.

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