confession

I have a confession to make.  This will not surprise anyone who knows me personally, but it's a little wacky, and it's made wedding planning more stressful if not harder.

I am afraid of the telephone.

There.  I said it.  It's true.  And it's not like I'm afraid of the actual object, or won't use it, or won't pick up the phone, or won't call people at all, I just really hate it.  I get really anxious when calling anyone, to the point that I have to spend serious time psyching myself up to call people (have you guessed that I am writing this to avoid calling someone yet?) that aren't my parents, sister or Mr. McGee, and I'm pretty sure they're all that way because I speak to them so often.  I don't know what it is, or why I do it, but it makes life pretty complicated sometimes.

Once, in college, I at dinner 3 and 1/2 hours later than I'd planned to because I wanted take out but Ari wouldn't call for me because he thought I was just being silly.  Well, he still thinks I'm just being silly (or crazy) but I can't help it and he eventually did order me food.

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OK, so I made the call.  (Yay!  Go me!)  But like I was fervently hoping as it rang, the call went to voicemail.  The downside being that I have to have another phone call.  This is not so good.