Thursday, February 9, 2012
Me and the Phone--My Inner Demons
I don't have a cell phone. I don't have Caller ID or even Call Waiting, for that matter. Frankly, I don't like being that available. But, it is also because I'm weird about the phone.
It's not that I don't like to talk to people. I am always the last person out of church on Sunday and the one still visiting ten minutes after I've given the five minute warning to my children. I would say that I am a social person.
But if I need to call someone for a real reason, I put it off. I have no great reason. I know making the call will release some of the tension on my shoulders. I know that making the call will result in an answered question or a duty delegated.
Today, I had a bunch of phone calls to make. Some of them I had put off for a while--I kept finding excuses not to make the calls. I planned out the perfect time. I couldn't call between 3 and 5 because some people were at work and others were helping with homework and making dinner. I couldn't call between 5 and 6 because that is dinner time. 9 is too late.
7 PM on a Thursday night. You can't pick a better time. I made a date with myself and grit (gritted?) my teeth. I began dialing.
Out of my list of calls, only one person was home. Do you know what this means? It means I have to battle my weirdness AGAIN and do this AGAIN. Since I put if off until Thursday, that means tomorrow is Friday and no one will be home at 7 PM because they will all be out on the town. The after school time and dinner time is still out. What shall I do?
Email. That is the answer. Email will save me. Right? (In a small, hesitant voice.) Unless I don't have their address. Or they don't respond to emails.
Oh, fine. I'll try again.