There's a weird space in the schedule of every desk clerk (like me) when we finally go out of the office and have a strange feeling of freedom and suddenly you want to call someone without a reason, just to listen a different voice that doesn’t sound like your officemates or boss.
This space becomes really annoying when Valentine’s Day is close, because you have to call your lover. If you are like me, a person who spends most of the time in front of the computer, when you go out of the office, you remember that you are a human being and you have to call someone to demonstrate yourself that you have another life apart of the office, so if you do not have someone to call, this space is absolutely lethal. Some of us call our mothers, others call to the bank and some talk to the call centers to reel off their complaints and say how mad they are about their stinky service.
That space must be filled out in someway. Sometimes I listen to the radio or electronic psycho music so I do not feel this sensation. Not to mention that it is the worst hour for the ones with a broken heart because they get used to call someone after work and, what happens when you got nobody to call?
This weird space is like a blank billboard and there’s a copy that says “put your ad here”. You have to announce something, no matter what. It doesn’t matter is you are a freelance or a white-collar, there will always be a part of the day to think about who should we talking to.
One of my theories is that in the night we find a moment for ourselves, to compensate us it may be with food or other excesses like dinner for example, it’s not just a meal it represents a ritual for couples and lovers because is the time to share the usual social currency (food) with someone you appreciate, nevertheless, we the fat are not supposed to eat anything at night but a small fruit and fresh air.
It is also related to the romantic situations when time, meat and desserts leads to sex.
Being single could be easy because you simply go to the nearest supermarket on your way home to buy a soup for one, some bread, milk, cigarettes and turn on Netflix to watch your favourite program. Then you realize that your life melts in front of your eyes because you have nobody to share it with.
That happens to the young, selfish and independent girls and fellas, because they want to be alone, it does not apply for roommates because, in that case, when you get home you share the experiences of the day with them and you remind yourself that you are not so fucked up or that you have a little more ego.
So, what do I going to do tomorrow at 6 o’clock in the afternoon? Turn off my fucking phone. End of the story
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