Those cell phone calls made by folks grocery shopping, walking down the footpath, driving the by-ways, even (probably) taking showers. WHAT is so important that it must be communicated NOW?
I'd have to fabricate some luscious lies which I'd then be unable to deliver with a straight face. I just don't know that much STUFF. And I know no one who would be interested. Oh, my cell-phone --fahgeddabowdit -- it's in the car, and if I HAVE to use it, I need to get out the manual to re-learn how to make a call. I don't even know how to answer it. Am I outta the loop or what?
Perhaps I'm just not much of a conversationalist, although I talk a lot! How's that for a conundrum. (right word?) I have a good friend I dearly love, and yet I dread phoning him, for he (and his family) make 45 minute phone calls, at a MINIMUM! When I say "someone's at my door" after 10 minutes, I think they're catching on to my prevarication.
Is this what it's like to REALLY be a hermit?
one fake homeless person at a time.
10 January 2010
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