Missed calls can happen when you’re busy.
Perhaps there is a reason why you didn’t hear the phone ring. Perhaps it was never meant to be. Perhaps your day will be much better if you missed that call.
Other times you purposely missed the call.
You look at your phone, see who’s calling and think “Oh My God! Not Him! Probably wants to borrow another grand. Not Her! How many times do I have to tell her that I’m not her baby’s daddy.”
Well today I got a miss call.
I procrastinated a couple of hours. Took a nap. Ate something. Literally had nothing else to do, so I returned the call.
I said, “Sorry I missed your call. Did you need something?”
She said, “Oh sorry Thao!”
I said, “Why you sorry for?”
She said, “I miss dialed.”
(Nothing more humiliating than to find out that a miss call was actually a miss dial)
She said, “I thought you were the girl Thao.”
(I take that back. There is something more humiliating. How do you mistaken me for a girl? I realize people say I’m feminine, but this is outrageous. I am so mad I don’t even know what to say.)
She said, “Well it’s late. Goodbye Thao!”
I said, “Bye”
You know I’m actually pretty comfortable with the fact that I can be feminine at times, but moments like this throw me off balanced sometimes.
For instance, take the pic I took when I was small.
Did my mom force me to wear a dress when I was small? Was it because she wanted a girl instead of a boy?
Or did I steal this dress from my sister when no one was looking, thinking to myself that I probably looked better in it than her?
It could be that I just finished watching braveheart, where it’s actually cool for men to wear skirts! So in my attempt to be extremely manly, I end up looking girly.
Sometimes the hardest thing to decipher is what’s inside of you.