I see you glaring at me from the corner of my screen. I can even hear you screaming in that “only dogs can hear” voice that you’ve perfected. I should probably see what you want…but I imagine hearing that robotic lady’s voice tell me I have “13 new messages” then I imagine having to listen to people hem and haw over their nothingness that they could have just texted me -and I feel shingles forming. My mom will say to call her back, which I’m sure I already did days ago. Some lady with my future in the palm of her hand will request a call back, which I won’t give in to. There will be a few more from lions and tigers and bears and there I’ll be with the phone stuck to the side of my face rolling my eyes and mourning the loss of time I’ll never get back.
Somehow it’s still much more terrifying to see you glaring at me from the corner of my screen than to go through all that procedure just to make you disappear. Your a clusterfuck.