“Flingerprinted”

     I remember, years ago, I kept screw up lists of a lot of people I knew.  Jason, Dolly, myself, Shannon, and a few other people.  Jason, myself, and Dolly had the most.  They were something that came about when Dolly and I were on the phone once.  For whatever reason, she said “Cliffs of White Dover” once, and also a few others.  Well, I’d written them down. because we didn’t want to forget them, and soon, I noticed other people making speech errors.  So, I made a list for each person, and kept them in what was soon to be called “My Red Binder.”
     Lol.  That’s something Jason has come to dread me pulling out.
He was the one who undoubtedly had the most interesting screw ups.  “Mild Wouse.”  “Flingerprinted.”  And a whole lot, (102) more!! 🙂
     I remember, back then, and even sometimes recently, Jason would insist he could say, “I did not say ‘flingerprinted,'” without laughing.  You know, I don’t think he ever did manage it.  But, you know, I’m also convinced that it was more because he wanted me to laugh, rather than because he couldn’t do it.
     I know him better than anyone, by his own admission.  Yet there are so many things that I’m so uncertain of.  You know what some of those things are, Jason, because I’m pretty sure you’re reading this.
     Especially now, I don’t feel I understand him.  He knows that I’m going nuts here, trying to get in contact with him, hoping, waiting, wishing, and wanting to hear from him.  Yet . . . nothing!!  I mean, Melanie’s told me herself that Jason has IMed her.  Why not IM me?  Okay, maybe I’m not on at the same time as him, but why not E-mail me?
     I think about him, maybe not constantly, but a good deal.  And I don’t understand why he hasn’t contacted me.  He says I’m his best friend, but . . . I don’t know.  I’m not sure I can believe that anymore.  The only time he’s bothered to E-mail me at all was to say that he thought E-mail communication was the best thing for now.  Yet, he never E-mailed me after that!!  Then, I remember I was so relieved to see that he’d created a diary and left me that note to tell me he wasn’t my Phantom harasser, but nothing since then.  Sigh.  If he doesn’t want to see me or hear from me anymore, I wish he would just tell me.  I hate being strung along like this.
     I’m gonna go.  I’ve gotta get my mind off this.  All it’s doing is depressing me.  Sigh.