To me, this has always sounded like such a strange request. You want me to send you an SMS message once I arrive at my household destination? Why?

I do understand why people ask this of their friends and family, obviously; to ensure the well-being and safe arrival of a loved one. Stupid, I am not. There is just some part of me that finds the instruction so…strange.

I suppose the circumstances of one’s worry varies upon the location in which they find themselves. Yellowknife is not what I would call “warm” at this time of year. After nearly freezing my cajones, I walked the three minute trek from my friend’s apartment to my residence. Can you imagine the people who seemingly walk from downtown Yellowknife all the way to areas such as Range Lake Road or Borden Drive?

In other places, where the danger is not due to the climate but more so to people of the neighbourhood, you just really want to be certain that they made it to their destination unscathed. This is fair. The world is becoming increasingly more of a frightening place.

Upon the start of this entry, I had formulated an opinion as to why I found the request so weird. I now seem to have forgotten it. Maybe it had something to do with the fact I live a three minute walk away. Or that maybe if I were to choose to take a detour on my way home, they would be waiting a while longer than they had originally anticipated, and who really wants to be the source of someone’s worry?

Perhaps my issue lies in the format in which I am to advise the worried party. Text? What happened to the phone call? Which brings me to my next question: why are people so afraid of talking on their cellphones?

Anyway, doofus. I made it home safely. And now it is time for me to crash.

Safety first!