Of all the people who could call me, I am avoiding none of them. I am dreading none of them. I remember a great quote that speaks to this. Worry is a lot like a rocking chair, you move a lot but you don’t get anywhere.
There is a little part of me that laughs, of all the people who could call me, few of them I think would get through. Remember, my Google Voice number pretty much routes to my good-for-nothing Blackberry device. Once I get rid of that albatross around my neck, and switch to an iPhone, things will get much better. Even still, once they are better, I still don’t have anyone I am avoiding.
I suppose another part of it is that many people in my life aren’t using voice traffic much anymore. Text and other messaging methods take the cake because either they are 100% signal or not, there isn’t any garbled noise and the worst thing that can happen is a hilarious auto-correction. With voice, on Sprint, I usually end up sounding like I’m a welshman trying to scream for my life through toilet pipes. It’s that bad.
I used to dread. Calls from car repair, those big expensive calls, those I used to dread but then I realized that it’s all part of the color of life. The excitement. Even ruin and disaster are teachers and there is no point to worrying, even though anxiety is pretty much a guaranteed thing. The only calls I dread anymore are ones about the health of loved ones. But so far everyone is healthy, that I know of, so yeah, no worries.
