It's Not that I'm Antisocial....

...I just don't like people. Okay, that's not true either. I love people. I go to work every day and I chat, I hang out...I'm surrounded by people. I guess it would be I've really grown to hate cell phones. I'm not really into hanging out for hours on the phone. I don't like the phone. The cell phone...I'm over the whole novelty of it. Sure, it's handy, having it in my car in case of an emergency. That little camera in case I run into John Lovitz again. I really just don't like the fact that people can get a hold of me wherever I am. I want the house phone. I want them to get the machine. The cell phone is too damn disruptive. I don't want to call others, knowing my own peeves with my phone, that they too, are probably in the middle of their lives, and don't want to be interrupted by the damn phone. So my communication skills have gone down the shitter...and it's not that I don't love my friends, I just don't like the phone. Phone tag. The worst game ever invented if you ask me. Stupid. If I get enough energy to actually make the call...get the machine, leave a message...miss the call...make the call again, I'm over it. I've lost any will for communication that would be required for me to make the call a third time. I guess my moral is if you get the "this number has been disconnected and is no longer in service" lady don't feel bad. It's not you...it's me.