I am not a phone talker. I do not know when this happened, but I'm pretty sure it was somewhere in between the 3 a.m. long phone calls in college and having three children. Specifically trying to entertain, feed, clothe, educate, mediate, and hide in the bathroom from three children.
Somewhere along the line there I contracted a horrible, terrible, no-good, very-bad disease called Phone Phobia. I blame it on the aforementioned children; however, I admittedly have no fine-tuned research basis for this assertion. I love my phone because I can text to my heart's content and because of its uber-organizational skills. I'm not so fond of that button up there (see picture, top) in the shape of a handset.
That's really all I have to say. Informative, isn't it? Oh, the reason this all comes to mind is because I finally made myself return one phone call this morning that I have been putting off for days. A presumably good phone call which will presumably actually lead me in positive financial gains...a phone call which presumably will further some random career aspirations...
...the interested party was not home and I got to leave a message. Phew!
Now I can put my terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad Phone Phobia off until interested party calls back.
I'm pathetic, really.
Somewhere along the line there I contracted a horrible, terrible, no-good, very-bad disease called Phone Phobia. I blame it on the aforementioned children; however, I admittedly have no fine-tuned research basis for this assertion. I love my phone because I can text to my heart's content and because of its uber-organizational skills. I'm not so fond of that button up there (see picture, top) in the shape of a handset.
That's really all I have to say. Informative, isn't it? Oh, the reason this all comes to mind is because I finally made myself return one phone call this morning that I have been putting off for days. A presumably good phone call which will presumably actually lead me in positive financial gains...a phone call which presumably will further some random career aspirations...
...the interested party was not home and I got to leave a message. Phew!
Now I can put my terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad Phone Phobia off until interested party calls back.
I'm pathetic, really.
love the alexander reference! I am the same way - unless I know the person really well (like hubby or parents or 1 or 2 others) I dislike phone use - much rather text, talk online, or better yet, in person.
ReplyDeleteMe too, me too!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm just as pathetic as you. It's sad.
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