Talk to the Hand

The listener is gone. He has been deleted. Shift+delete. It took me a few days to execute but I had ulterior motives.  From the moment I found out that he had three baby mamas, his seconds were counting down. I should have cut it from then but since I am now a bit looser in my behavior I thought I won't cut him until I have a replacement. So I kept him. I avoided him as much as possible but he was there to boost my confidence when I needed ... until this faithful tuesday evening
One day, a tuesday afternoon, I just made plans to go karaoke at a friend's place. She had bought a karaoke machine and of course I had to go test it out and sing every single song on the list. We went there and sang for hours. Dinner went and passed I wasn't letting go of the mike. That mike was glued to my hands and I was cranking out songs like a well-oiled machine until GEBE decided to interfere by cutting us off right in the middle of Killing me softly. Always known for their party pooper attitude they really threw a damper on the party atmosphere. But if you thought that I would be deterred by darkness and candlelight you obviously don't know me at all. Sitting outside going through my own songlist I as belting out: And I am tellingggg you, I'm not going .... and you, and you, and you ... you're gonna love meeeeeeee. Floop! Back comes the light. Thank you Jennifer Holiday! I owe you one. So I go to check my phone before I get back to singing and I have a message: please come see me.
Wellll, really? But then I remember the conversation about making time for each other and other psychological babble and I decide to go. It must be really important right? I get there completely exhausted, singing can do that to you, and here comes this dude asking me if he can borrow $1200.
Now dare tell me if I am wrong for cutting him off.

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