Message Received!

 

“Not getting a message is sending a message.”

That’s what a man said tearfully, as he kept staring at his phone. He was expecting either a text or a call from his wife who had just left him carrying a big travelling bag, like eight hours ago.

He kept looking at his phone the same way a fat kid looks at a street doughnut vendor.

Eventually, he gave up and uttered those words using that grim voice of the narrator of a crime TV series like Unusual Suspects, Forensic Files or Cold Blood.

Life has different lanes, you know…Some people have love in their life, others don’t.

The latter eventually find love in other things, like video games, alcohol, pole dancers and midnight sitcoms.

Not finding love affects everyone differently. It is like a fortune cookie. What my fortune cookie says is different from what your fortune cookie says…

So, how does it affect me? My love is as loveless as a Hitler’s documentary film. Mine is a very simple story. If you are a parent, you can even use my story as a bedtime story for your four-year-old daughter.

Situations come different for people because people lead different lives. A security guard sleeps during the day, while a lawyer sleeps at night.

So do words. The words “Not getting a message is sending a message” meant a lot to that guy in his marriage context.

The wife was not sending a message to her husband because there was nothing to send. She was not feeling anything about her husband whom she had just left.

Her love for him was dead.

I don’t have a wife. I don’t have a girlfriend…I’m alone.

I’m alone as a post-office flagpole. The flagpole used to have a twin that stood right beside it, before the twin pole was stolen in broad daylight.

No one gave a hoot, not even the guard. In his defence, he was reading Donald Trump’s tweets. He was instantly pardoned because we all know Donald Trump’s tweets are longer than the diary check-ins of a lonely adolescent.

That’s my life.

So a situation in my life that presents the literal application of the words “Not getting a message is sending a message” doesn’t involve love.

It involves me knocking on the bathroom or toilet door.

If no one says it’s occupied, that means I am free to use it .

“Not getting a message is a message received.”

Get it?