just being me

Stupid head

A few nights ago Joe called and left me a message. It consisted of several sorries, one 'I was afraid to call you b/c I feared what you would say,' a 'skeets,' and many 'pleases' to call him back.
When I first heard it I laughed. I'm talking about a good roll on the floor kind of laughter. Here's this guy who I saw briefly who always said he'd call me, but never did, and whom I haven't spoken to for I don't even know how long, and he's asking me to call him 'to clear things up.' Right.
What is there to clear up? The fact that I moved forward? How about the fact that I continued on with my life? Maybe that if I saw him on the street I'd smile and most likely not even stop? Whatever he wanted to clear up had me curious.
I guess I thought there was some sincerity in his voice, or maybe I thought there was some shit to clear up too, and out of my own peace of mind I gave him a call two days later. And now I wish I didn't. Yah should have listened to my gut insticnt, but being the dumbass that I am I called him anyway only to come to the same conclusion, he's an idiot.
Yeah calling him an idiot maybe harsh, but he's the one who said it.
I feel bad for the guy he's obviously a confused person with some issues. Oh well, at least that's the end of that.

posted by miss. me @ 12:08 AM