I don't mind answering it but I hate making business calls. I am always afraid I will mess it up.
Actually when I get depressed I don't like answering it either. Then I'm always thinking, "Is what I'm saying good enough?? Am I talking too much?? Is my tone right?? Am I making the right impression??" I'd rather stare at the wall all day and generally will not answer or call.
I have a love/hate relationship with my cell phone. Since I got it, my husband actually trusts me to go out by myself, because he can call any time. On the other hand, since I got it, the only place I can have any peace is, like, the middle of the Allegheny National Forest or out at my dad's old place where there isn't any reception.
Sometimes I turn it off and swear to God that the battery died. I always get caught, but it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission. Sometimes I NEED to go sit under a tree and know that I am not going to be bothered. AS, hell. I think I must be part dryad.
Come to think of it, Daddy wasn't going to put in a phone at all until his sister made him.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"