Do you ever have those times when you start over-analyzing something and end up freaking yourself out? This happened to me this whole last week. I called Gosh about something. Probably nothing, but there was no answer. Usually he calls back within a day or two, but he didn't, so I just figured he was busy with exam prep. Okay. So I think I sent him a one liner e-mail or something (although I could fully be making this up). No response, which was probably not a big deal because it wouldn't have been serious or anything. Anyway, a few more days went by so I left him a message asking him if he was still alive. When I hung up, it occurred to me that it was super sunny and we should do a BBQ sometime in the future, so I called him back and left another message. No response.
Then I got to thinking: what if Gosh really did die?! I mean, he's a pretty private guy and lives alone, would anyone even notice right away?! Would anyone even think to contact me? Maybe he was just in the hospital. Maybe I should swing by his house to see if his car is there. Nope, that's creepy. Hmmm. Do I call his house or work from a payphone, wait until I hear his voice, and then hang up so caller ID doesn't bust me? No, if the last idea was stalkerish, then this def is too. I could call him from my place and just make up a reason for calling... no that's lame, besides, I've already called.
So for the next few days, I operated under the assumption that Gosh could very well be dead. He could be rotting on the floor of his place with no one to notice him until it smelled bad enough.
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Today, while I was out, Gosh phoned and left a message. I suppose his place smells okay, good thing I didn't overreact.
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