Iíll probably never call you on the phone, but that doesnít mean I wouldnít like to talk to you. (Not that Iím going to publish my number, or anything like that.) Itís not that I hate talking on the phone, but I get a little chill up my spine whenever I have to make a call. Someone says ďhello,Ē and I freeze.
Nevertheless, I do spend a lot of time on the phone. If itís business, I try to get through it as fast as possible. If itís a personal call, I sometimes try to find ways to make it last longer. After all, I live alone and spend most of my waking hours talking to no one but myself. Iím happy to hear another human voice. I donít even have to be part of the conversation, if someone wants to talk; listening works just fine for me.
Lately, though, Iíve been having to cut people off. The static in my line doesnít usually bother me when I first pick up the phone, but it gets louder and more insistent the longer the call goes on. After a few minutes Iím having to strain to hear what someone is saying. After a few more minutes I have to admit that Iím not hearing enough to make the call worthwhile.
I hate to tell people to hang up, but itís seriously depressing to be holding onto a telephone receiver, listening to noise and knowing that thereís a voice in there somewhere of a person whoís trying to communicate with me. It makes me a little sad just thinking about it.