Life tends to be random. Sometimes more random than you’d expect or really like it to be. Last week I did three random things inspired by a wildly random event so bizarre….I can’t make this shit up.
The Random Man
Let’s go back a few years. I had just left the sales world (cars first, then life insurance) and needed to ditch my cell phone number. Just like that, (local area code) 215-**** was gone and 301-**** was in the house. Within a week I started vaguely wanting 215 back because the various calls from old customers were at least people calling to talk to me. The people calling 301 didn’t want to talk to me. They wanted Josh. It’s a generic as fuck name, so I’m not going to bother coming up with a pseudonym for the sake of this story. Josh was a diverse dude in that he didn’t just talk on the phone with people he knew, it seemed he was also known for being an avid texter and FaceTimer. I had a shortcut on my phone to reply to texts that read You must be looking for Josh. This isn’t his number anymore. Sorry. If I found myself with a missed FaceTime call, it was for Josh. If I received a call from a Utah phone number, it was for Josh. I once woke up to a text asking Where are we supposed to send the volunteers? They’re all just standing around at the booth. I had been using 301 for about two years at this point, so I just decided fuck it and replied Yeah just keep them there, they should know what to do.
This was my life.
When I moved to California in March, I had a local cell number within a week. I would finally rid myself of Josh’s past life and be able to move on!
Cut to last weekend: I’m scrolling Instagram and stop at the people you might know section. The very first fucking person on the list is none other than Josh. My Josh. 301 Josh. The Josh who was surely giving out his old phone number to literally everyone in the world to this very day. To make this even more random, Josh’s IG username is a variation of (intentionally vague) RANDOM MAN.
So I fucking messaged him. You’re not going to believe this, but until recently I’ve had your old phone number and I’ve been getting calls and all sorts of shit for you. I hope you weren’t missed. Why Instagram suddenly decided I may know you, upon shedding your number after all this time, I cannot fathom. How random.
Turns out those volunteers I sent milling around that one time were at a comic con event and should have been manning that booth, not just standing near it.
Life is random and weird and so I decided (randomly) to do some different things.
The Random Language
I live in Orange County, California. I work on site at a large condominium complex with a lot of landscaping and many structures to be maintained. As Facility Coordinator, it’s my job to….coordinate. All my vendors speak English as a second language, and holy shit my minor in German is NOT helping. Why I chose to learn German instead of Spanish, when considering what might be more practical in life, I’ll never know.
I’ve started with DuoLingo and I’m learning Spanish. It’s going slowly and it’s tedious and I’m not sure how much I’m actually taking in but I’m trying.
The Random Investment
I’m not great with money. I’ve never kept much of a savings account, and I’ve never invested anything before. J found (I don’t recall how) an investment company that offers a different approach to buying stocks; it seems to be referral-based, because I needed J’s invitation to create an account (without it, it seems I would have been on a wait list but I’m not confident in that assessment). I don’t know much about the stock market, but I opened an account and threw a small amount of money in and have it set to invest a tiny bit more every pay period. It’s a super small step to using my money in better ways, but I’m kinda proud of myself for doing it.
The Random Treasure
One comrade in particular back in Colorado has been on my mind lately. I haven’t known her long, but she is the most caring and selfless person I think I’ve met. She’s older than me and not so savvy with the technology, so I decided we should be pen pals. I wrote a real-life letter today for the first time in a long damned time. This is something I would absolutely recommend to anyone with a close friend or family member. Even if they live in the same town, surprise them with a piece of mail to show them they’re worth the extra effort of a non-digital communication. It can really make a difference in someone’s day.