Log#4 "Reconnecting pt. 2"

Well, the long awaited sequel of the entry about my old school friend. I'll rip the bandaid right off, it went like hell!!! uwaaaahhh.

I started by texting Lifer's dad number on Whatsapp (that's what we use around here) but the texts stayed on delivered and never reached him because he had temporary messages. It shouldn't have been a real surprise to be honest, he's an elderly man in the rural side, he probably doesn't use it as much, if at all.

 So after some nerve-wracking tries to reach out, the logical next step would be to just, call. Scary as hell for our generation, I know, but mostly I felt really nervous, not because of calling, but because I wasn't... sure on how to introduce myself. Like, imagine a random guy just calls you out of the blue saying they want to comtact your daughter, like!!! Either way, after some days of contemplation, I took the leap and just called! I did while I was out in the city, on Auntie's café, I felt at somewhat peace and more brave in there.

 This is the part where everything goes to shit, sigh. Firstly, the day was definitely already not the best, it was a rainy day, and everyone knows signal tends to get worse with rain, especially in the rural side, so mistake one. Then I had to call more than once, we have a big problem with spam callers here, so people tend to just dismiss any unknown number calling. And here goes the worst part of it all: I managed to talk to the man, I introduced myself as best I could, and then I realized the signal was shit!! of course it would be, it's a man living in the rural side!!!!! I don't even know if the man understood who the hell I was, I could only learn two things: that she has a job (great) and that she doesn't live there anymore (terrible), and then the call got cut.

 I did try to call again but I got rejected almost immediately, and it is most probably my idea, but the tone and way he told the last fact —Lifer not living there anymore— he made it sound as if he was just saying it to end the call aaahhh, something like: "she doesn't live here!!! don't call again!!" 

Needless to say, I got really sad about it, I got back to the starting point, at least I know she's alive! like, confirmed, 100%. I tried to get in touch some weeks later, but he didn't pick up..... and maybe I called way too much...... like 8 times..............

 I know, I probably seemed like a maniac, but I really needed to know!!! ...or at least, I felt that way. It's been almost a month since, and it still bums me out. I don't particularly regret trying to contact him/her, but ugh.... I probably overstepped, and that's what makes me feel bad. Sorry for not bringing any good news, although I mostly feel sorry for myself. 

 On the bright side, I know she's alive and somewhat well, I guess, since she got a job, ain't easy getting one lately. I hope one day fate or... something else allows me to cross paths with her again. Even if you don't want anything, I'd like to see you again.

That's all for now, buh byeeeee