Empty Nest: phones

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

They Really Ought To Do Away With Those Things

I'm talking about telephones.

In an effort not to use the word 'hate', let me begin by saying that I strongly, with all that is in me and everyone around me, dislike talking on the phone.

Oh, hell. I HATE it. It drives me NUTS. And it's particularly annoying when I see that the person calling me is someone who will keep me on the phone for, at the very least, an hour. WHO the hell needs to talk on the phone that dang long?!

There are only so many hours in a day and, just because they might have nothing better to do than chatter along on the phone, I do.

Besides, about 3 to 5 minutes into the conversation, I'm done. I tune out. I've checked out of the conversation completely. I'm no longer listening. My mind has wandered off in about ten different directions AND, I don't even care what the person has to say. I can not stay focused on one conversation that long. I. Can. NOT.

Texting is beginning to get on my last nerve as well. There are people who want to have lengthy conversations via texting. No. Thank. You. IF it's that involved AND important, then go ahead and give me a 5 minute OR LESS phone call. If paragraphs are required, don't text me or expect me to respond. Just give me a call and keep it short.

I realize that this might come back to haunt me when I'm older and no one has time for me. Then again, I might actually appreciate the peace and quiet. Who knows? Meanwhile, I am not a fan of phones- land lines or cells.

What about y'all?

Welcome!

Being a transplant to the low-country of SC for 31 years is still not long enough to be called a ‘benyeh.’ If I stay until I’m dead I’ll probably go a ‘comeyeh’ since I am, originally, ‘from off’ (which is the upstate but, rules you know). By day I take care of my sweet little granddaughter, Baby M and do all those things I did when I was a SAHM raising four daughters which has translated to, ‘by day, I am exhausted.’ By night I blog, blog, blog, and blog some more or I sleep, depending on my level of exhaustion (do they still make Geritol?). I have a very unhealthy addiction to sweets (nearly any kind will do) and all comfort foods not covered under the ‘sweets’ category. I’m known for speaking my mind so, if you don’t want to know, don’t ask me. I love to find the humor in my empty nest life. I live life hard and smack into that brick wall almost daily because I’ve always had to learn the hard way. Why change now? I’m so glad you’ve come to laugh with me as I do this middle age, empty nest thing like a BOSS!