I have a confession. I really really really (with emphasis!!) don’t like to talk on the telephone. There are many out there who would and sometimes do talk for hours on end about things both big and small, important and trivial. My Mom and my Aunt Nora talk on the phone every day and their days are incomplete unless they connect over the phone. I’m not one of those people. Unless there is something that absolutely has to be done or an appointment that must be scheduled, I could go for days without picking up talking on my phone.
I use my phone throughout the day for listening to my iTunes, texting, checking movie times and checking on my blog. It is also my alarm clock and wakes me up every morning with Bob Marley’s “Three Little Birds” when I don’t get up before that and turn the alarm off. I really like my phone, and I like the people who I have to talk to on it. I think part of the reason I’m not a big “phone person” is the fact that I don’t care much for small talk. I love a good heart to heart, but I prefer to talk in person instead of on the phone. Maybe old age is creeping up on me, but I sometimes don’t seem to be able to hear people very well on the phone. I have real trouble with people using the bluetooth devices. Sometimes while I’m trying to talk to someone who is using one of those, I might as well be talking to someone inside a tunnel who is talking with a mouthful of cotton. While I’m trying to understand what the person just said to me, said person goes quiet, waiting for my response to a question that was apparently asked. Awkward silence ensues until I finally have to admit that I didn’t hear and have no idea what was said.
For me, the telephone is best used a little bit at a time to convey pertinent information to another person. Tell me what/when/where/who/how long? That’s all I need to know. Probably my lack of social finesse and inability to perfect small talk is the reason I have a smaller circle of friends than others. It seems that I am in the minority, or at least I feel that way most of the time when I see those around me with their phones seemingly glued to the sides of their heads. Also, methods of communication like texting and email give me something to look at to confirm details. My analytical/nitpicky Virgo traits make me feel much better when I have details in front of me that I can read and rely on rather than my memory of a phone conversation which may or may not have been heard correctly.
Ok, I’m stepping out of the confessional. Please don’t judge me too harshly. I like you, I really really like you. I just prefer to connect with you in any other way than over the phone. 😉