Taking out the trash

It had been far too long since I’d done it. Every now and again it’s necessary because over time we accrue any number of names and numbers that eventually become obsolete. Last night I sat down and cleaned out my phone’s address book, and I kept a running tally – just for you.

Number of total entries deleted: 24

Number that were former flames: 6

Number that registered absolutely no familiarity: 2

Number that made me utter an expletive in amazement that I still had their number: 4

Number that I hated to delete (but did anyway) because Buckcherry’s Crazy Bitch played when they called: 1

Number that I debated deleting but decided not to: 3

Number of those that I will probably call or hear from: 0

Despite there not having been any actual physical weight involved, my phone feels a lot lighter.

Taking out the trash

5 Responses

  1. The only people I ever delete is men I don’t wan to drunk dial. So, yeah, there is a lot of deleting.

    Sounds like someone needs one of those “must be this sober to dial” breathalyzers…

  2. See, I’m a number keeper, if only so I can avoid those, W(ho)TF moments when someone ELSE drunk-dials. But I think I can relate, a little. Glad you’re feeling lighter! :)

  3. I think when I get rid of people’s numbers that I no longer want to be a part of my life it’s like that final letting go. I know I’m getting all sentimental about a fricking phone here, but it takes guts to delete the number of the man you thought you were in love with.

  4. @lemmonex,
    I have always believed that one could become a millionaire selling breathalyzers for phones. It would have come in handy in my single days.

  5. The Catch-22 with old flame/guys I don’t want to drunk dial/guys who turned out to be CRAZY is, I can’t delete them because I want to know who it is if they call me.

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