Dear Kristen,

I do not know who you are. You do not know who I am. It has been two years since I started using my current phone, including its current number. Either people seem to mistakenly dial my number instead of yours with a certain amount of frequency or you had this number before me. Either way, you must also have a lot of friends, because, at some point, they all text message me and they all seem incredibly nice, though their grammar could use some work.

The point is, I don’t want to be cliche and say that I wish I know who you are, but I think it is interesting that, even after two years or more, people can still not know your new number. I mean, I don’t know anyone who ceases to communicate with someone until two years later. I don’t even do that and I tend to ignore people until I need to know something that I know they know.

I can’t help but be curious about things. I’m curious about everything. Not literally, but whatever. I read Wikipedia articles for pleasure. I watch documentaries when I’m bored. It’s not that I’m particularly curious about people because they’re them, I’m curious because they’re people and I like to know things about people.

Not in a creepy way. Not as in I would peek over my neighbors’  hedges, mostly because my neighbors all live at least a hundred meters away from the edges of our property and they also don’t have hedges. Also, all of my neighbors are old and retired… though I suppose it would be interesting to know their “stories”… THAT’S NOT THE POINT.

The point is that I will probably never know anything other than your name and the other things that I deduce. I don’t actually care. I’m too lazy to actually try to find out. Maybe the real point is that I am curious about things when it is easy for me to satisfy my curiosity.