Phone Calls

Let's face it.

With how much we rely on texting now, teenagers, even adults are starting to feel that phone calls are awkward--awkward enough that texting is the only way to go in most petty situations. Sure there's all of the telemarketers and automated calls from the dentist saying "You've got an appointment at UCLA Medical Center, 100 Building at 1 PM tomorr-", (and well, that's when I hang up) but sometimes there's the meaningful ones.

Not life changing ones--those are for another day--but the ones that turn an hour, a day, a week around. And they always seem to come at the perfect times. The times where I'm scraping life's lows and skinning my knees on the rough asphalt, or the times where I'm flying high on cloud nine and enjoying the breeze a little too much. The calls that melt my heart into a puddle of gold and the calls that resuscitate gravity and bodyslams me back to the muddy Earth. Of course, the latter is much better in the long run, but hey--the former sure feels good.

You turned my birthday around with that call. I didn't get to thank you over the phone, but I will, somehow, in more than just words. More than just this little blog post.