Exerci5e io

The latest SMS:

Is your private email still xxx@xxxx.com?

Innocent enough you might think.
But when you've made it clear you really don't want to talk to someone, and that someone just recently agreed to stop "pestering you", a message like this can spin the imagination.

The possible scenarios and explanations that my brain has managed to create are quite impressive; Some of them ridiculous bordering on the embarrassing and at times macabre.
I might struggle to invent storywriting material, but a simple sms can put my "crazy postulation" cortex into overdrive. (i might be onto something here)

I really wonder about the independent power of the mind, as it seems to be quite enjoying itself.
But I work hard to keep it in check; to NOT think about it, or lose sleep, or start to worry, and fight that suspense-might-kill-me sensation.

But after all that, I never receive any email.
No follow up sms. That was it. An idle question.
Someone was probably just bored one sunday afternoon and decided to update his address book.
The truth, if I ever learn it, is bound to be crashingly dull; more banal than even the banalest scenario i can imagine.

That's why we have books. And TV. And films. And... and... and....