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Sunday, February 24, 2008

Phone Phobia



So about the phone. Doesn't look too scary, right? Yea, but you don't see it all lit up and blinking talking in that computer "mind-warping" tone it has. LOL. I do like this particular phone unit....I just don't like it to, well.....ring?

I went through this same thing about a year ago when it seemed like every time the phone rang -- something was wrong, someone was sick, some one was "bitching," getting divorced, or some one was harmed. Doom. I finally got through it as events in my so called "soap opera" life settled down. {And, I don't think or consider myself a drama queen -- well, I can be in bloggers world but I'm not in reality}. Mrs. T? Sweet D? Am I a Drama Queen? If so, please let me know and I'll seek therapy for that. Or, a good anxiety pill.

Anyhow, back to the phone. Since we've built and moved into the new house -- my "Fantasy World, my Castle, my Kingdom," we've been without a "land line" for two months or more now. This is because we now reside just perfectly between our old house (and pole) and my Fav-in-laws house (and pole)....just enough between that it actually required an "engineer" to come out and "check it out" and approve a new pole, I guess. And, then we had to have a little path trenched for the actual phone wire to be buried within. So, Dh and I were down to only our cells for all this time.

So, I had started to realize that when my phone rings...I'd get....anxious. To try and fix this I even added special rings to friends and family. Like Mrs. T rings a speedy la-la-la-la-la and Sweet D rings "electric guitar." My mom rings "bipity-bipity beep-beep" and so forth. That helped for awhile. But, it was kinda' coming back again. And, then? We got the land line.

When I walk in the kitchen I can feel it eyeing me with it's caller ID eye. It waits there, staring at me, blinking it's little red arrow, knowing I'm fearful their will be a message bearing something negative. I've loved this phone because it actually talks, and announces callers, but I no longer feel it is my friend. And, I LOVE my friends...and I LOVE my family. I am blessed beyond. So, it's not that I don't want people to call me.

But....even with sweet rings. When the phone rings? My heart skips a beat. I clench and get clammy. You can text me, email me, blog a comment or drop by....but ring me? And, I hit panic.

IMPENDING DOOM....is what they "clinically call" my reaction. I'm always worried about what might be wrong...what illness, injury, unexpected negative finance....and blah, blah.

STUPID, I know. Maybe somehow a TV commercial hypnotically symptomized me to this disfunctional phobia. Probably "Zoloft" or "Celexia" or something like that. They insert their hypnotic phobia/anxiety into their fuzzy commercials and then every one goes running to their doctor to get a prescription to purchase the "quick fix." See? That's how they keep making their money.

Or, it could just be that it's, yet another, of my obsessive little quirks that I am slowly sharing with my friends -- letting them in on my little hidden fallacies. I think I am so blessed that it really comes down to the fear of losing something or someone.

Like I've said before. I try real hard and "pretend" to be as perfect as possible -- and, I think my friends truly know this and accept me and let me live in my fantasy. I think they support me cuz' they know it's what makes me tick. And, I love'em for it. You know what would be great? To be Mrs. Cleaver, Martha Stewart and Samantha (Bewitched) all rolled in together. Would I be stretching too far if I added "Wonder-Woman" in there too? I could sure use that lasso on the Hubby kids. ;)
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5 comments:

Dianne said...

I got a new phone for Christmas. Still haven't gone thru the manual since it's so long and in 12 languages. I can't even find English.

I figured out the basics but it lights up - all blue and ominous from time to time. Have no idea what the blue means - have decided another realm is trying to contact me.

So there - you are not alone (and apparently neither am I)

I always wanted to be Samantha from Bewitched.

Farmer*swife said...

Thanks for the support ;). And, I HATE manuals. How come when we are younger we don't even have to pick up a manual -- things just come to us then we hit that age...um, 30-something. And, we loose that ability?

Tink said...

I HATE the phone. If I could get away with not owning one at all, I would.

Leighann said...

I love my friends and family but I still don't want them to call1

I HATE the phone!

Farmer*swife said...

Nice to know I'm not alone. Was begining to think I was becoming agora-phone-bic ;)

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