I hate talking on the phone. It’s not the phone itself I hate, just the act of talking on it. Getting a missed call is the worst. It’s like a chore that you can’t even bribe someone else to do for you.
Pretty much the only call I’ll answer is if it’s a relative, and that’s only because blood is thicker than my perpetual stream of annoyances.
The real problem is both my husband and I hate talking on the phone.
You would think that technology would make taking phone calls easier, but things like Skype and FaceTime have actually made them even worse. You used to be able to look your worst and still be in bed, but now there’s an expectation that you’re supposed to look nice on the call too. At least I still have text messaging.