I have about a million things that I need to get done this week and although I should be asleep, knowing it is probably impossible this early I instead sit here at the computer. It is around 3 am, some call that the devil's hour and other strange things, but I have always liked it myself. I like when Britton goes to sleep, it is dark out and I am totally alone and can think with no interruptions. Mind you, it gets dull and lonely if you are by yourself too much, but a few hours a night is nice. Also, just because you can think without interruptions doesn't mean you manage to come up with anything profound to think on, at least not in my case. Really I shouldn't say without interruption either because there is always the pets, the cats cry for food, the dog wants in and out, in and out, in and out, but no human interruption anyhow.
Knowing I have to get up tomorrow and make phone calls doesn't really make me want to go to sleep either. Regular visitors to TDF know that I hate using the phone. I have been trying to analyze my hatred of phones lately, but I haven't come up with any real answers. It isn't because I am shy. I have no problem talking with people in person or email and I have done plays, readings for large audiences and even been on TV briefly. I don't even talk to my family members on the phone unless I am forced to, they have to email or see me just like everyone else. Even back in high school I remember not liking to talk on the phone. Most teenage girls can spend hours on the phone, but not me, unless someone had some incredibly juicy gossip I was off the phone ASAP. The only thing I can figure is that when I was in middle school I got into some trouble for making prank calls to a girl I didn't like. I was forced to go to the police station where I had to get a long lecture from some police detective who made it clear that I could be arrested -- you know, to teach me a lesson? Maybe that taught me too much of a lesson and made me afraid of phones? Other than that I am clueless as to what my problem with phones is.
Sorry to bore you with that, but sometimes writing things on my blog helps me to work out certain issues, in this case I am hoping it will help with my phone phobia.
4 comments:
I understand what you mean. I'm not big on talking to people period...much less on the phone. People call me anti-social....but if I was rich, people would call me eccentric. Go figure.
I am not really anti-social. It is more that I don't care so much about being social, but I don't think that has anything to do with my phone phobia.
I am the type of person who likes certain places and people and goes back there. To the point where most of places I go to all know me and about me. I am the person who blabs endlessly to the cashier at the grocery store while checking out.
That being said, maybe I am anti-social because most of the time I would rather be at home with Brit and the pets. I almost never go out unless I really need to.
In 1983, I bought one of new fangled phones put out by Radio Shack. You know the one. It was a cordless phone. One of those new features that it had was a red light that would blink on when the phone was ringing or when it was in use. I soon discovered that forces unknown to me were "lifting the receiver" but they apparently didn't know that my phone's special features showed when my phone was in use. Go...hehe..figure.
I'm back to a one ringy dingy..two ringy dingy phone and I don't answer it ever. It goes to voice mail. Well. S-o-me-t-i-m-e-s I get stupid and answer only to have a curious electronic silence at the other end and they won't talk.
Who's phone is it anyway?
phones suck now, especially if you are trying to handle any business... I don't find too much compelling to talk about wither, I mean they broadcast all the gossip and horrible on television now... those are things you might want to talk about on the phone.lol
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