Evie sat watching reality TV, deleting all the contacts on her phone. She’d spent the last hour texting pithy comments to her entire list attempting to provoke a response and got exactly zero. Go away, then, she thought. Better yet, I’ll make you go away. When all the contacts were gone she smirked. Then she wept.
She was one of those unfortunate types who longed for closeness with others yet clueless about getting it. She was a natural loner with heartache; fine by herself but wallowing in emptiness. Evie knew this dichotomy was a problem. She pondered methods of meeting people but loathed the idea of actually meeting people: getting dressed, putting on a public face and physically being there. What do I do with them once I meet them? What on earth will they do with me? Do I have anything to say?
When will telepathy be a thing? Shut up and take my money for that, she mused.
Over the years she typed new contacts into her phone wondering why she was typing. I’ll never call these people. I like them, but it’s not gonna happen.
She was right. She never arranged girly get-togethers nor did she respond to invites. Her friends had long since stopped trying. On the rare occasion she showed up Evie blurted out the rudest things attempting to be funny and that went over like a skunk taco. She got herself tossed from Best Bud Island. People-ing was hard. At least for Evie it was.
Up until tonight she’d remained an antagonistic optimist. One of these days I’ll feel like it. One of these days I’ll go and it won’t be awkward and painful. But tonight when she finally sat down, note pad on lap, and wrote reach-out texts disguised as funny questions getting no response, she cratered in on herself again.
She was angry. She was disappointed. She was defensive and she was done. She made a mean face and cried again.
*Bzzzz* Bzzzz* The green light on her phone blinked. She picked it up and watched it carefully. Blink. Blink. Blink. Her wet eyes were not deceiving her. Evie unlocked her phone and saw a notification on her message app.
She swiped it and saw “LOL!!!! Evie, just got home and checked my phone. You crack me up! How are you, hon ;)”
Evie smiled and pushed back the fear in her gut. She forced herself to relax and accept when every instinct leaned toward the delete button. She typed a response:
“LOL doing great. I see your number but not your name. Stupid cheap phone….who is this? ;P”