Jodie

[Raz]

Two unread messages.

There are two unread messages waiting for me, Jodie. Two times you've reached out across distance emotional and physical...and for what? Recriminations? Incrimination? Regrets? Rejection? An insincere grip on something that only ever existed inside small pills?

I don't know if we were ever friends; I don't know if we were anything other than two people in the same time and place who couldn't admit that they were grown-ups.

But we are grown-ups.

I'm not a very good grown-up Jodie, but I'm trying. Maybe you are too, but I can't be bothered finding out. I know that's not what I'm supposed to say - I know I'm meant to give you another chance, or hate you with a bitter heart, or hold some kind of passion for or against you, but the truth is I can't be bothered.

It's simple, but it's the truth.

I just can't be bothered.

 

[tambourine-man]

Ouch!

Disinterest is so much more interesting than hate.

Dunno if you're looking for comment, but expressing disinterest (or the arrival of apathy) is achieved very well. That rush of emotion and complexity and frustration that characterises a dysfunctional relationship... then it just stops. You give up. But the complexity is still beneath the placid surface.

 

[Strawberry_lovemuffin]

They say the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference.

 

[(Wordy)]

Bravo! I like it for the same reason I like most of your stuff: because it's so candid. I think you're at your best when you pull no punches.

Great opening line:

Two unread messages.

And in the past I've had relationships / friendships which made me wonder about this:

An insincere grip on something that only ever existed inside small pills?

I like the way you've let that speak for itself, rather than expanding on it too much.