No Rhyme or Reason

There seems to be no rhyme or reason for the schedule by which my "friendly" phone caller lives. For a while it seemed that most of our contact happened on Sunday nights and Thursday nights but never on Saturdays. And as soon as I thought I had that figured out, I got a Saturday night call. The number of days between calls varies. At one point, there was one whole week without a call and I thought maybe it was finally over. But there was also a three day streak of calls so... no... it ain't over.

Some nights it's one call and done. Other nights, it's one call after another until, I suppose, the caller has satisfied whatever craving is driving this insane behavior.

The only consistency in this "relationship" is the hour of the phone calls: never before 1AM and never after 4AM. As odd as it sounds, I sort of appreciate knowing that when I get a call between 1 and 4AM it's just my caller and not an emergency. At the same time, there are at least 14 hours every day when I am awake that would be more convenient for receiving phone calls. But I'm guessing the caller knows that there's a better chance of catching me if I am already in bed.

I am assuming the object is to keep me guessing, to keep me on my toes, to worry me or scare me. But it's not the uncertainty that causes my mind to work over time. It's not the search for rhyme or reason for the details. It's wondering why me? Why now? What in God's name is the point? And, as much as I hate to ask, what are you getting out of this?