the zero zone





today’s bloggings have been brought to you by the number zero. fuck around with zero and find out.

confession: my babushka had a rotary phone and i used to fuck up calling home. this annoyed her.

but today we talk bout that daunting 0 OPER button. dialing zero terrifies me. i know it sounds buttheaded af, but phobias don’t gotta be rational. what might happen? the unknown is scary. so i sit here, contemplating, wondering if today's the day i'll overcome this wack fear. 

dare i fuck around? have i the emotional bandwidth to find out?

maybe i'll do it when i'm bored, or when someone dares me, or maybe i'll just keep wondering, keep this mystery alive. the zero zone remains my personal psychological frontier. but maybe, just maybe, one day i'll conquer this fear. & when i do, it will be a victory worth celebrating & i can say “operator? just wanted to call and say you’re doing a fine job, bitch!” ๐Ÿ’œ

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