His voice said ‘hello!’ I said ‘hi’ back!
He’s my friend whom I’m lucky to talk with without a disagreement! as it rarely ever happens!
We usually argue on the phone like two old friends on their way to have their burger at the local diner around the corner, where they fall asleep sitting up halfway through their meal! Then they wake up, and start arguing some more! As if they never had that nap! Then one will be threatening to use his cane if the other one does not stop muttering words and opinions that he is perceiving, as outrageously insulting and incredibly contentious!
As usual, my friend is either much older or much younger than I! In this case 14 years older! I have no idea why life refuses to provide me with friends my age for once! Not that I truly care! I have learnt to accept it as I am very accepting by nature…when I choose to of course!
Humour aside, it’s the mind that intrigues me, age is irrelevant!
So there he was, trying to convince me to install 50000 cameras around my house, as his own neighbour’s house had apparently gotten broken into recently!
I listened, while he’s talking on the speaker, and I am still working away on my computer!
Aha I kept repeating quietly.
You may be wondering why I answered! As I usually dislike talking on the phone as it is, let alone talking to a notoriously contrary personality!
The answer is, I don’t know.
Dysfunctional relationships can be painful. I understand that. I neither believe in them nor support excuses to keep them! Then what is going on?
You are hearing my side of the story. His side may be: She’s a terrible listener. She contradicts everything I say. She becomes blasé very quickly.
And all of the above may be true. I won’t deny it.
I do get tired of pet conversations and I will never understand, how could a strong man who has had an amazing career full of making solid decisions and difficult judgment calls, all through his life, be this fond of….pet talks!!! It’s beyond me!!! So I usually interrupt and say ‘So how’s your…back?!’ And he gets into another lengthy conversation about his back and the slipped disk! To which I then say, ‘well! It seems you’re on the mends! How’s your…’ And he usually gets the idea that I am suddenly suffering an acute tedium attack, and the usual sarcasm begins, adding more to my pain.
My friend painstakingly describes how his cat was bothering the dog, and how the dog retaliated etc…etc…etc. Don’t get me wrong! I love animals! In fact I adore them! I just get tired of repeated pet animal stories on the phone. And isn’t that what YouTube is for anyway?! Endless bizarre and/or cute animal stories?!
So there we were, having another mini disagreement today! Although, not about his pets this time!!
About what?! Well we had a disagreement about something deeper for a change! Or so I thought! ‘The brevity of life’.
– I read something last night! I said
– What about!?
– How we need to pay attention to how short life can be! People we know get sick or die suddenly! It made me think of what I’m doing! How I am living ‘my’ life! Am I happy?! What could I do to not regret wasting time?!
– ‘laughter’ Well…whoever wrote this, should have started living their life the way seems the most happiest, instead of wasting time writing stuff about how to live a happy and meaningful life!’
At one point I asked him:
– Why do you phone me?! We always argue. We rarely agree on anything!!
– Because you are the most interesting person to talk to in my entire life!
What does one say to that?
It makes you feel…appreciative. No matter how much you wish to say to yourself ‘look! This may not be true! He may be saying it due to utter loneliness! Stop flattering yourself!”.
At times, I feel like I’ve been watching this friend getting older and older, every-time he calls! He is highly intelligent! Yet his paranoia about issues related to safety in general, is growing! Among other eccentricities!
The truth is, I still have no idea why we speak on the phone sometimes! We barely have anything in common! Our friendship is deeply rooted and we both value loyalty! That could be one key to the puzzle! Or maybe we talk sometimes, because I enjoy him being himself and me being mine! I don’t have to pretend to be ‘nice’! I can be my complete frank, honest and yes impatient self and not fear getting dropped like a bad habit! That’s priceless! Or is it?! On second thought, yah it’s not! Listening to pet conversations is a hefty price to pay.
Do you ever experience such bereavement?!