Perhaps it's a tad on the picky side, but when someone says they're going to call me on a specific day, at a specific time, for a specific reason, I actually stay home waiting for the call, because I have this silly notion that making plans and promises actually amounts to something.

Certainly shit happens and things go awray and the universe sometimes makes other plans for you while you're trying to have a life, but the universe, unless it's a grossly perverse thing (and I sometimes think it is), doesn't make it a constant habit to stand in the way of you keeping promised communications with your friends.

It is an especial concern when these friends have complained of your seeming disconcern with them. If I am to show some sort of enthusiasm, it would be a little nice, at least, to get some in return. I cannot emote in a vacuum.