telephone

I hate the phone. I've never thought of myself as being able to express myself well verbally. I can write, and text, and instant message, only because it gives me plenty of opportunity to gather my thoughts, and carefully choose the right words to use in order to express the appropriate sentiment. I also like that i don't have to respond to the other's statement if i don't want to.

So i avoid my phone like plague. Unfortunately, it never takes long enough for someone to leave me the fatal message (or for me to check the fatal message that was left 2 weeks and 19 messages ago)...that says: 'call me and let me know that you're not dead.' the words usually ring of frustration and sarcastic concern. Sorry... y'all know the deal. You wanna contact me... learn to text.

My mother called me back sunday. Three times. I answered the third call. She was surprisingly compassionate and understanding of my situation... didn't nag me too much... gave me a little bit of motherly advice. I suppose if i can't visit or buy a card on mother's day, at least i can take the occasional call.