This is just kind of a stupid one. I've got several friends I plan on keeping for the rest of my life who are scattered to the four winds. (At least four winds; more like six or eight, actually.) I like writing letters, but that just doesn't seem to happen anymore (future post in that). Seeing them all in person frequently enough would be cost prohibitive. A phone call at least every few months seems to be the best and simplest option. But sometimes, quite mysteriously, I put off these phone calls because of a mysterious anxiety -- and we're still just talking about a phone call here, for chrissakes. When I finally get down to overpowering this very modest amount of anxiety and making one of these phone calls, the anxiety vanishes, anyway; I have a really nice experience reconnecting with someone I haven't seen or even spoken with in awhile. It's the same as when someone invites me to a party, and I think about staying home instead, and then I go anyway and have a great time.
There are a couple of phone calls that are overdue. One, in particular, is the most bothersome and kind of shameful. A couple of years back, a good friend of mine moved to Nashville. He was my main music buddy from high school, and very talented guitarist. I am curious about what's going on in his life, how his music career is shaping up, and whether I'll have any chance to see him this year. He has phoned me and sent me messages, and I haven't gotten back to him in many many months. What an ass I end up being sometimes -- and this to a guy who I supposedly consider a friend.
Sorry Excuses: "What will we talk about?" "He'll be upset I didn't call sooner."
Verdict: scared and lazy
Prognosis: Excellent. Phone in my hand right now.
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