Do I like talking on the phone? Well, not really. I'm not sure why and actually, I used not be like this when I was a teen and even in my twenties. Just the last ten years or so. Really, there's just a few people that I will talk to for more than a few minutes without wanting to rip my head off. No offense to everyone else-it's nothing to do with you, it's me-and you telemarketers and occasional creditors? Good luck, because it'll be a frickin' cold butt day in hell before you'll hear my voice on the other end.
I thought that maybe I was some kind of freak-a-zoid all alone, but I came across an old post on Pioneer Woman. She admitted that she had a phone neurosis and I was all like, Me too! Me too! Upon reading her reader's comments, I realized that there were many of us freak-a-zoids out there. When that happens, then you don't feel like such a freak-a-zoid.
Now, having said that, I must totally contradict myself and tell you that it totally drives me crazy that my oldest prefers to send me text messages instead of talking to me on the phone. We have many fights over this when I tell her to call me and hours later I pick up the phone and when she finally answers, I'm like, HELLO? WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL? She quickly responds with, But I sent you a text-didn't you get it? I tell her that I don't carry my cell phone around with me at home and when I say I want a phone call, than I want a phone call!
This has lead me to believe that she has inherited my phone neurosis and well, when you have two freak-a-zoids trying to get a hold of each other, it's a big mess. We'll have to figure out some way to over come this or one day I'll read in the paper how my daughter got married and it'll be to that piece-of-$#^& sperm donor to her child and I missed it all. I will then call her up and ask why didn't she call me and her response will be,
"But I sent you a text message..."