Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I got rejected from a grad school yesterday, and without thinking, I called him first. He didn't answer, so I sent him a text.
Then I waited.
Three hours later, he called. I was already upset about so many other things.
"I called you first."
"Are you upset with me?"
"I don't know."
"Can I tell you where I was and then you can tell me if you're still upset?"
He helps low income families with their taxes one night a week in a basement of a library. The thought had vaguely crossed my mind, but in my disheartened state, it was quickly ignored.
"I called you as soon as I got out. Are you still upset?"
"... I still think it's fucking huge that I called you first."