My Family is nuts!

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I went to Orlando on Saturday to hang out with John and Lori. Late that evening, I notice that there's a message on my phone from mom saying that she was going to be leaving for vacation the next day. Since my battery was almost dead, I decided that I would just call her mobile phone the next day (I had my car charger only).

Since I didn't call her back that day, the next morning she calls my sister Annetta saying "I'm worried about Chris, he didn't call me back." She checks to see if I'm online (I'm not), calls my other sister Cathy, and they both try to call my cell phone (the battery is still dead). They call dad. He tries to call my cell phone (still dead). Annetta calls the Tampa police department to have them check to see if my car is at my apartment. They can't because it's a parking garage and it could be in any one of a thousand or so parking spaces spread out over three garages. She argues with the cop. The cop argues back. Annetta calls Cathy who is planning on hiring a private investigator to track me down. At this point, it's around 1:00. Tampa police have tried to call me two times (at least). My friend David in Washington, my aunt and uncle in NC, and my cousin in Tallahassee have all been contacted to see if anyone has heard from me.

I'm getting ready to leave Orlando so I plug my phone in to get it charging. There are six voicemails waiting, but before I can listen to them (I still don't know that everyone is looking for me), the phone rings. It's Cathy. She tells me that everyone is looking for me, dad calls to make sure I'm ok, the cops call to make sure I'm ok, Annetta calls to make sure I'm ok. I yell at dad and Cathy, apologize to the cop, ask Annetta what happened. After about 45 minutes I start to calm down, call David to apologize, call dad to apologize, call Cathy to apologize, leave a message for mom to call me back and explain what the hell she was thinking. By the way, I was only apologizing for yelling at them, not for being out of touch. I find out that Dad had fueled the fire by saying "Chris was complaining about getting headaches, maybe he had something wrong with him and he can't answer the phone." Cathy works with stroke victims, some of whom were incapacitated for days before someone found them (more fuel). Annetta is pretty sick with a cold and flu that makes her a little loopy, so maybe the same thing has happened to me (more fuel).

To close out the day, I made multiple calls to make sure people knew that I was appreciative but very disturbed by what happened. I said things like "how boring is my life that people always expect me to be able to answer the phone", and "you people are always complaining about how I never do anything and the one weekend I do, they call out an all points bulletin to track me down." They want me to give them points of contact because "they worry about me being so far away." My response to that is "I'm 36 fucking years old!!" They want enough control over me that will allow them to call someone to say "Go by and check on him." Of course I refused because it's a ridiculous request. If something happens, they'll find out about it eventually.

This whole incident did very little to help improve my self-esteem. Crap like this is exactly why a former psychologist asked me "why do you even talk to them?"