Sunday, March 1, 2009

It’s about time I write an unhappy post.*

Who am I kidding? I’m not always happy. Is anyone? Show me one person out there who’s always been happy. See? You can’t. There isn’t anyone out there that’s constantly happy.

Sometimes, when I’m feeling down, I’ll just call my voicemail. It’s best if I have no new messages or any old ones. Then I can just listen.

That lady, the voicemail one, with the nice, calm voice? She seems to know that you can’t always be happy. She doesn’t sound very happy herself. But you can hear a slight smile if you listen. And when you feel like no one cares? She talks all about YOUR new messages. YOUR saved messages. YOUR voicemail. It’s all about you. And she always says that nice little “good-bye” that no one ever says anymore. Now it’s just a “bye”. A “bye” that seems to care less whether it’s good or not. It’s just how you end a conversation that’s lost its interest. But when the voicemail lady says “good-bye”, you might actually feel like it’s going to be a good “bye”. That it’ll be okay. That, in the end, it really will be good.

Now, my cell phone is dead. Literally. It broke. AGAIN. I tried just now calling my mom’s voicemail on her phone, and it wasn’t the same. The lady was detached, not caring about my mom’s voicemails the way my voicemail-lady cares about mine. Her “good-bye” felt rushed, like she had better things to do than wish you well. She had no feeling, no humanity. She was totally robotic.

I hope my phone is fixed soon :-/



*This was supposed to be posted last night.

4 comments:

A Serious Girl said...

Awww, sweetie! I know how you feel. I hope you get your phone fixed. I often find comfort listening to the nice recorded female voice on the subway. The one that tells me which stop is next and which stop we've just arrived at. There is one train in particular, whose train-voice-lady always makes me laugh. It's the N train, that heads uptown to Astoria, Queens. She has this lovely, kind, soothing voice that tells me, "The next stop is 36th Street" and "The next stop is 39th Avenue" and then, whenever we are approaching Broadway, she says, "The next stop is BROADWAY!!!". "Broadway" comes out, all of a sudden, as if it's being spoken by a monster. And even though I hear it at least twice every week, it ALWAYS makes me laugh. BROADWAY!!!

ty said...

That's soooo sad, but so well observed my dear.

Scrumpi-D said...

u are a wonderfully goofy "unhappy", Noel Coward would've loved conversing with you. You are just entirely too flippant in your sorrow, no real angst, really just lots of clever, curious, and eccentric wittisisms. I love u!

Gabi said...

um me for igzample. im always happy(say yes or the cat ill get it) jkjk
but im happy most of the time