Message in my Box
The Man’s best friend emailed me yesterday.
I wasn’t, and actually am still not, wholly sure how to respond to it. So I haven’t. I stared at the email, and forwarded it on to a few friends (nothing is safe with me, I will CNN anything and everything… be forewarned). I started to respond a couple times, and promptly deleted them.
I am officially over it, over him. I mean it. Absolutely maybe.
I looked back at the email I had sent her a month ago, and it was obviously sent out of desperation. It reeked of “I am trying to weasel my way back into his life” and I wouldn’t have responded either if I were her.
Bitter isn’t pretty on anyone, but sometime it feels comfortable to wear.
After work I got into my car and checked my voicemails from the day. My voicemail box will prompt me to resave messages every couple of weeks. The first one: “Hi Sweet Pea, it’s me…” The Man. I resaved it.
Why do I do this? Why did I do this?
Now I will say I have A TON of saved voice messages. A funny story or two from girlfriends; An angry shoe-repair man yelling at me in his strong Korean accent to come get my shoes; M&M, Da Bod, EB, TM, CM, my mama and Hot Momma telling me how great I am… how they can’t (oh wait yes they can) believe what I did… what’s up… etc.
I save them. I resave them. I like to rehear them occasionally. I like to laugh, to be reminded of a moment in time, of what someone’s voice sounds like (I swear TMs voice can… oooo doggie… hottest ever). I guess it’s nice to be reminded of each of them.
But when should this end? At what point do I say, 'forget it' and delete it? Am I holding on to The Man’s messages to merely remind myself that there was a time when he acknowledged my existence… that I was of some value in his life. Why does any of that matter now?
I guess it’s time. Moving on in life includes all of the little things, even messages from another time. I’m going to delete them today. Absolutely maybe.
I wasn’t, and actually am still not, wholly sure how to respond to it. So I haven’t. I stared at the email, and forwarded it on to a few friends (nothing is safe with me, I will CNN anything and everything… be forewarned). I started to respond a couple times, and promptly deleted them.
I am officially over it, over him. I mean it. Absolutely maybe.
I looked back at the email I had sent her a month ago, and it was obviously sent out of desperation. It reeked of “I am trying to weasel my way back into his life” and I wouldn’t have responded either if I were her.
Bitter isn’t pretty on anyone, but sometime it feels comfortable to wear.
After work I got into my car and checked my voicemails from the day. My voicemail box will prompt me to resave messages every couple of weeks. The first one: “Hi Sweet Pea, it’s me…” The Man. I resaved it.
Why do I do this? Why did I do this?
Now I will say I have A TON of saved voice messages. A funny story or two from girlfriends; An angry shoe-repair man yelling at me in his strong Korean accent to come get my shoes; M&M, Da Bod, EB, TM, CM, my mama and Hot Momma telling me how great I am… how they can’t (oh wait yes they can) believe what I did… what’s up… etc.
I save them. I resave them. I like to rehear them occasionally. I like to laugh, to be reminded of a moment in time, of what someone’s voice sounds like (I swear TMs voice can… oooo doggie… hottest ever). I guess it’s nice to be reminded of each of them.
But when should this end? At what point do I say, 'forget it' and delete it? Am I holding on to The Man’s messages to merely remind myself that there was a time when he acknowledged my existence… that I was of some value in his life. Why does any of that matter now?
I guess it’s time. Moving on in life includes all of the little things, even messages from another time. I’m going to delete them today. Absolutely maybe.
9 Comments:
At 9/13/2005 12:59:00 PM,
EB72 said…
OCG Girl,
I have this weird thing ... not sure how to explain it. But! The minute you delete his messages? He'll call. Be brave do it. I deleted an entire guy (who I really really really really really liked) out of my life.
Email address?
Gone.
IM name?
Gone.
Saved Messages?
Gone.
Phone number?
Gone.
He called the next day.
Just a thought ...
At 9/13/2005 01:44:00 PM,
hannahhas said…
EB72 - To be honest I don't really want him to call. I've gotten used to "this", whatever "this" is... and don't need him attempting to play some sort of yo-yo game with me. He's done. I'm just still dealing with the aftermath...
Although I really do want my liquid latex back.
Thieving Bastard. ;-)
At 9/13/2005 03:20:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
May I tell you what you told me? If it's over, it's over, and you need to get rid of him entirely. Which means deleting all means of contact from your cell, email, etc. You were so right when you told me!
Hot Momma
At 9/13/2005 03:32:00 PM,
hannahhas said…
Completely diff HM, it's me! ;-)
Plus I am not deleting, I have NO fear of EVER drunk booty calling him like *uh-hem* some people I know.
(Yes I'll call everyone else, but I would never ever with him.)
At 9/13/2005 03:34:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
you lie like a dog, ocg! You know your drunk mind does not know what your drunk fingers are doing! Your advice was fabulous when you gave it to me, and it's fabulous as I give it to you!
At 9/13/2005 04:24:00 PM,
hannahhas said…
I am NOT lying. Never have I drunk dialed HIM nor would I ever. I respected him too much, and it always reminded me of waking my parents out of bed. My peeps find it amusing, he would find it little-girlish. Thats enough to stop me in my (drunk) tracks.
Seriously.
Lie like a dog, bitch please.
;-)
I *heart* you Hot Momma!
At 9/13/2005 04:27:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
if you say it, I trust you. I think the whole "parents in bed" would be enough to scare any self-respecting girl out of a booty call.
But seriously, delete him.
hot momma
At 9/14/2005 08:38:00 AM,
Joe said…
i say don't delete it.
sometimes it's nice to just hear someone's voice at a time when you need to talk with them but don't want to call them because that would start up a [yet another] whirlwind of hurt feelings. it's like a f_cked up safety net. but sometimes you just gotta hear that voice.
i know that's really messed up logic, but who's not a basket case these days.
as a sidenote, i've gotten into the worst VM habit ever: i get calls late at night when i'm drunk from people i like....but i want to prove a point so i screen and do not answer. then i IMMEDIATELY listen to the voicemail. and then here's the hook: i delete it. F_CK.
i get up the next AM, see that Ms. Xyz called, and try to retrieve the voicemail....but i have no messages. because i deleted all of them. do i remember what they said? no. i was busy being cross-eyed drunk.
it's a bad habit, one i wish i could break...damn that was a long comment.
At 9/14/2005 09:37:00 AM,
EB72 said…
Hi OCG Girl,
I just did the delete thing again. Hot Momma is right on.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
I am not hoping for a call this time. It is finito. (is that a word?)
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