tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post5777868139639925130..comments2023-12-12T08:22:49.015-07:00Comments on navel gazing at its finest: My Nemesis: The PhoneTheOneTrueSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756132396031048647noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-54378104411510586492010-02-25T13:14:22.064-07:002010-02-25T13:14:22.064-07:00you are serious about the phone hate...haha
I lik...you are serious about the phone hate...haha<br /><br />I likey!Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18134944738888671481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-73239360051393061602009-08-19T12:25:35.883-06:002009-08-19T12:25:35.883-06:00That is so me! I HATE talking on the phone. The i...That is so me! I HATE talking on the phone. The internet, email and facebook messaging/events are the greatest inventions ever since I can now communicate and even plan get-togethers without ever actually speaking to another human being.Talinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08950084428602603995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-19572127809967763982009-05-05T14:35:00.000-06:002009-05-05T14:35:00.000-06:00Wow. I thought I was the only one.Wow. I thought I was the only one.Kristinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10801975801367100964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-88599543789481220162009-03-11T15:16:00.000-06:002009-03-11T15:16:00.000-06:00So since you've posted this, have you had friends ...So since you've posted this, have you had friends or family express that they're worried about calling you? I want to express similar phone frustrations myself, but I'm always worried that people will say, "Well, fine, I'll never call you." Or "I'm so sorry to be calling you, I know how you hate it."Breannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15481062329781223125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-3291898768822860622009-02-01T10:41:00.000-07:002009-02-01T10:41:00.000-07:00LOL I just found your blog!! and OMG I am not the ...LOL I just found your blog!! and OMG I am not the only person in the world who does this exact same thing. Only my dad has caught on, he will call my house, and leave a 20 minute message, and then call my cell (which he knows I always have on me for texting purposes lol) and leave another 20 minute message which drives me crazy lol.AKA Mooooommmmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08049405236492891918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-53317099931309081072009-01-28T11:50:00.000-07:002009-01-28T11:50:00.000-07:00Hey babe - hope you're feeling better today. Just...Hey babe - hope you're feeling better today. Just wanted to tell you that my Gin posted this link to me this morning, pleased because you'd nailed her in this one. That's what's so important about what you do here - maybe I'll just write you about this. Yeah, I think I will.Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02040714440875408436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-44305234572281463712009-01-16T17:53:00.000-07:002009-01-16T17:53:00.000-07:00Well, that's just knee-slappin' hilarious!So glad ...Well, that's just knee-slappin' hilarious!<BR/><BR/>So glad I clicked over from Boo Mama.<BR/><BR/>I don't have quite the phone issues you do. Or did. But probaby do? I'm guessing.<BR/><BR/>BUTTTTT, I do have "some" phone issues. I prefer to know who it is. AND I usually need to know if it's urgent, important or can wait 'til tomorrow.<BR/><BR/>I'm sure I'll sound like the rest of the people in the free world when I say this...<BR/>LIFE IS HECTIC! I'm BUSY! WAY too busy. I honestly have to pray for focus so that I don't miss when the Lord is nudging me.<BR/><BR/>It's darn hard! People are needy.<BR/><BR/>And funny thing....I AM TOO! :)<BR/><BR/>Now, as you can see....I have a problem leaving post length comments on people's blogs.<BR/><BR/>Maybe I'm worried they won't call me, I mean, comment back? Oh you know what I mean. Just in case this blogger WILL NOT come over and visit me at my blog and see how I am....<BR/><BR/>I'LL JUST LEAVE A LONG MESSAGE in their comments telling them way too much information.....<BR/><BR/>Wow...thanks for the space to vent.<BR/><BR/>Kidding...<BR/><BR/>Come visit my blog! :0Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-12109586597177854142009-01-09T21:53:00.000-07:002009-01-09T21:53:00.000-07:00as though you would even get the 102nd comment on ...as though you would even get the 102nd comment on your post, but i thought i woul dlet you know that i am the same way. i hate the phone and my mom yells at me through the machine and i jsut sit there and pretend i'm not home. ditto to it all!!!This Place is a Disaster!https://www.blogger.com/profile/03968017027104845801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-87863421759511854902008-12-09T18:30:00.000-07:002008-12-09T18:30:00.000-07:00A friend emailed me this since I keep blogging abo...A friend emailed me this since I keep blogging about my phone phobia. I am exactly the same. I never answer the phone and get angry even though I love the people that are callling me. Glad you shared. I don't feel so weird.RebeckerOnlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853545464355391207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-81462673900881781742008-12-08T20:34:00.000-07:002008-12-08T20:34:00.000-07:00Okay ~ Can I PLEASE copy this post and send it to ...Okay ~ Can I PLEASE copy this post and send it to my friends/family/boss/co-workers who think I'm CRAZY for having such a phone phobia!?!? Seriously!? I have even pretened that my phone broke just so I didn't have to answer it. BTW, I'm a realtor, which makes it really interesting to have such a phobia. My favorite clients are the ones who email me or text me. I. HATE. THE. PHONE. Alexander Graham Bell is NOT my BFF. :)Melissa ~ Mom to 6https://www.blogger.com/profile/02298290484388042867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-56068664343271500182008-10-23T21:05:00.000-06:002008-10-23T21:05:00.000-06:00I'm right there with you, but perhaps not so extre...I'm right there with you, but perhaps not so extreme. I personally let the voice mail get it and I can hear it through the house so I know whether it is the Fraternity of Arizona Police (who just want to guilt me into giving them money) or the cub committee chair about the next scout committee meeting (who I will talk to). I just want to make sure it is someone I know. After that I love picking up. <BR/><BR/>After reading all these comments, I can't help but begin to wonder.. and I have wondered myself about this, so please don't think I am pulling out my guilt machine gun.. but I wonder sometimes.. You see, sometimes I compare prayer to picking up the phone and I like to think that Heavenly Father hears that ring and gets on the line immediately to listen and talk. And I wonder if someday I'll be listening to my childrens' prayers to my husband (and me) in our god and goddess state. I wonder how good I'll be at it or whether I'll be putting it on celestial voice mail to mull over for a while.<BR/><BR/>Just a thought.Michaela Stephenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04163084369311708249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-3107760738063068182008-10-04T14:52:00.000-06:002008-10-04T14:52:00.000-06:00I know you already have 9 million comments on this...I know you already have 9 million comments on this entry, but I stalked your blog today and this one made me cringe the most. I mean cringe in a good way - as in, oh man I think she's writing about me. <BR/>My husband and I sometimes fight about my complete and total reluctance to use the phone. We were in a hotel and needed something from the front desk, and I actually said "Nah, I'll just sleep on the couch" because I didn't want to call about the giant stain on the bed. <BR/>I'm okay in person, and I LOVE texting, but man, the phone just gives me the creeps. I pretend that "I don't like the assumption that I'm 100% accessible 100% of the time" but really, I just don't want to pick up the phone. <BR/>Maybe this is a new psychological disorder. Yeah, that's it. I'm not weird, I'm disordered.Roseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03523090221778746478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-18474173429540806192008-10-01T15:48:00.000-06:002008-10-01T15:48:00.000-06:00I just wanted to be one of the many to comment on ...I just wanted to be one of the many to comment on this post. I actually laughed out loud! This was the best description of what some peopel go through. Haha.. thanks for the laughs!Camillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16183796135828605673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-7610716866415956682008-09-24T17:31:00.000-06:002008-09-24T17:31:00.000-06:00Ok, so I so totally love talking to people, but se...Ok, so I so totally love talking to people, but seriously hate getting into hour long phone conversations when I all I needed to know was what time we were meeting at B&N for heaven sakes. I would absolutely die without caller ID, my hubby hates it, but honestly, how else am I going to avoid speaking to the crazy in-laws or telemarketers??Absterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07217119766779990977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-38846448216999424892008-09-21T20:29:00.000-06:002008-09-21T20:29:00.000-06:00Oh, for heaven's sake, woman. Do you read all of ...Oh, for heaven's sake, woman. Do you read all of these? Now this is the second friend of mine who has linked to you in her blog - and I am finally putting you in my reader, which is almost as hard for me as answering the phone is for you.<BR/><BR/>I am not like you in this. I just want to go on record. I LOVE phones. I love them like I love my EARS. When I don't have my cell phone, I feel like I've lost my sense of smell or something - or I've gone blind, and I start blundering around with my hands out. I have to be at least potentially connected.<BR/><BR/>And when it's some number on the ID that i don't know? I love that. It gives me an excuse to exercise my puffer-fish mechanism - all the spines come out and my eyes narrow down like i'm acquiring a target, and when I answer, it's like' "WHoever you are, this better be dang GOOD."<BR/><BR/>I love it when it's an insurance guy, violating my no-call status. I get to wring them out and stab them with icy wit. How many opportunities do you get like that in a civilized life time? It's like having deer dance up to you with targets painted all over them.<BR/><BR/>But really, I'm probably way less likely to answer the phone if I DO know who it is, because whoever it is, friend or fam, I know I'm probably not up to whatever they're going to dump on my mental doorstep. And it's especially bad if it's somebody from church, because whatever it is they're calling about, you can bet its got a windfall of guilt attached to it.<BR/><BR/>So maybe we're more alike than all that. Maybe - I don't know, we should talk. Maybe I'll just give you a call . . . <BR/><BR/>--Kristen RandleKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02040714440875408436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-10843576981221570752008-09-18T17:10:00.000-06:002008-09-18T17:10:00.000-06:00"Honey -- she wants to be your FRIEND. That's what...<I>"Honey -- she wants to be your FRIEND. That's what friends do. They call each other. They talk on the phone."</I> <BR/><BR/>Your husband's long-lost twin has given me the same freakin' lecture.Adhishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06785957920019814677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-43535321430329963852008-09-07T02:56:00.000-06:002008-09-07T02:56:00.000-06:00Oh, yes! I have completely turned a 180 on the pho...Oh, yes! I have completely turned a 180 on the phone. I used to live to talk on that darn thing. I even agreed with a good friend, that a phone ought to be surgically attached to a woman's head . . . YIKES! Now I can't stand to hear that phone ring. My family is divided over the issue. My parents call and think they're talking to a machine and that I'm listening, and the resulting message they leave is sooooo annoying. Typically, I'll be straining to hear a message left by my quiet daughter on a faulty line or dying cell phone, and then the next message is my gentle-giant-Dad booming, Hell-oooo, Pick up the pho-ooone!! I need to talk to you! <BR/><BR/>And don't even get me started on the bill collectors. Do they seriously not even know how to pronounce the name of the company they supposedly work for???Cookiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00042967451285377925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-33337932913278849882008-06-30T00:12:00.000-06:002008-06-30T00:12:00.000-06:00Wow, it's a real eye opener to read some of these ...Wow, it's a real eye opener to read some of these comments. I seriously thought that everyone else in the world liked to use the phone but me. <BR/><BR/>I've had a terrible phone phobia all my life and so do most of the members of my family. I will ALWAYS answer the phone, even if it's a telemarketer, but I hate, hate, hate to CALL anyone. Even a business. Even my own mother. I usually will only call my husband or children if I have no other choice. I even avoid talking to my own grandchildren on the phone because it's just too awkward to talk to little kids on the phone. I love to hear their voices, but I never know what to say to them, so I miss out on a lot. This really is a big hassle in my life. I've tried hypnotism and other types of therapy, but it doesn't help. <BR/><BR/>It's comforting to know that I'm not the only phone freak out there. Thank heaven for E-mail and text messaging! <BR/><BR/>I think I'm going to put up a poll on my blog and see how many of my readers are phone freaks like us.AdriansCrazyLifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04463022076036044242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-11416251981825715812008-05-17T20:44:00.000-06:002008-05-17T20:44:00.000-06:00I love this post because I have been feeling like ...I love this post because I have been feeling like a freak because of my phone aversion. I hate the phone so much I won't listen to the voicemail a person leaves when I don't pick up. I love texting and email. Hate chatting because it is just like the phone.<BR/><BR/>You are hilarious!Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08385300459967135657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-70727586003804006002008-04-25T21:34:00.000-06:002008-04-25T21:34:00.000-06:00OMG I just read this to my husband because I do te...OMG I just read this to my husband because I do teh SAME THING! He jsut sat there shaking his head and said "you are all insane."<BR/>I used to be a total phone talker, although I did screen my calls. Then caller ID came along and I became a freak about needing to know who is calling. We don't have an answering machine, we have voice mail, so I can no longer screen calls. One time our caller ID phone died and we had to use the only other phone in the house that DID NOT have caller ID. It stressed me out each time it rang because I could not just answer it not knowing who was on the other end. And if my husband wen tout I would make him call my cell so that I knew it was him and I could answer the phone. Yea, so you might be a freak but you are not alone! :). I'll be your email friend, just please don't call me ;P.Swizzlepophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07596940152381464220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-32615358555053168502008-04-04T23:31:00.000-06:002008-04-04T23:31:00.000-06:00I hate it when people won't answer the phone. So ...I hate it when people won't answer the phone. So you know what I do, I stop calling them. And then they wonder why they don't get invited to anything, and why no one told them Grandma died (true story). Because why bother to contact people that don't want to be contacted? Some things you just say via text messaging.<BR/><BR/>FYI, I am really sick of texting. I refuse to do it. It's called English, people.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-23744901858109846712008-02-15T11:02:00.000-07:002008-02-15T11:02:00.000-07:00omg this is tragically funny because i am you with...omg this is tragically funny because i am you with the phone. literally shrink away from it in abject fear. why do you think that is? i'm trying to understand my pathology...thank you for sharing.seaweed studiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15201458041368600708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-26520616494544342008-02-12T20:08:00.000-07:002008-02-12T20:08:00.000-07:00Okay, do you have hidden cameras watching me becau...Okay, do you have hidden cameras watching me because I SWEAR this is what I do!?! I warn my friends upfront that I hate talking on the phone. They still get their feelings hurt, but if they're real friends, they get used to it and get over it. LOVE texting and email. So glad I am not the only person on the planet who does this! Oh- and Rob answers and hands me the phone, too.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05873500179208442645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-35929002098630786212008-01-09T00:14:00.000-07:002008-01-09T00:14:00.000-07:00Just found your blog today via Mormon Mommy Wars. ...Just found your blog today via Mormon Mommy Wars. HILARIOUS! Not commenting just to save your soul but to say AAAAMMMMEEENNN! So, so glad to find kindred phone haters!<BR/><BR/>Thanks to one of your commenters I realized my phone aversion is the reason why I go so long between haircuts... such an epiphany!<BR/><BR/>This phone thing can't be genetic, though. My mother ADORES the phone, lives for the phone, can have a friendly chat with any and all telemarketers, pounces when it rings, laments when others don't, calls repeatedly throughout the day just to see if I got her last message (about nothing)... the list goes on. I think I even saw her take the phone into the bathroom once! Yikes... that's dedication!<BR/><BR/>Though, I may take after my father who begins hiding as soon as the phone starts to ring. Can you blame him when my mother answers EVERY call and will FORCE the phone upon any unwilling recipient. She just can't imagine not wanting to take a call...<BR/><BR/>Maybe I've been traumatized by my mother's phone adoration, maybe that's why I am the way I am.<BR/><BR/>I stand in front of the caller ID and make excuses for why I can't answer the phone... I could be in the bathroom, maybe I'm in the shower, maybe I lost the phone, maybe my three-year old is holding me hostage... Must be prepared with plausible reasons when the phone police knock down my door?<BR/><BR/>Oi, this is a long comment. Obviously I have no issues with blathering on and on... just not on the phone!laina kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15349007883947247236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394742.post-84176728417529298472007-12-21T14:54:00.000-07:002007-12-21T14:54:00.000-07:00Oh my...this is hilarious. I am the same way.Oh my...this is hilarious. I am the same way.Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06565969088071477612noreply@blogger.com