Well, once someone said that everyone has a phobia (at least one). I do have one. Since phobias are in greek, and the word is already from greek, I guess it’s named telephonophobia. I totally hate telephones when I’m in a bad mood or weak moment. Since march I’ve had my cell phone’s noises off, and the other day I cut a wire in my fixed telephone because you can adjust the volume of the ring, but not turn it off. I didn’t know if cutting the wire would make the whole phone mute and unusable, but I decided I preferred it dead than ringing from time to time.
Needless to say, I only call from time to time, and I rarely accept incoming calls. Talking on the telephone makes me very very nervous. Today is the birthday of a girl I’ve not seen in a long time, and I called her. The whole thing left me so nervous that I shaked when the call finished. I also had a bad time when deciding about calling her or not. I was thinking of just sending a SMS message so to avoid the call. I can find about 750 excuses in less than a minute to not call someone: “he might be working”, “she’s probably taking a nap”, “it’s still early”, “it’s already late”… When I make a call, while the phone is giving you the tone, I feel a pressure in the chest, start to breath irregularly, and I guess I become more pale than I am (translucent ethereal white).
And while taking over the phone I get so nervous that I can’t control any part of the conversation. Only half of my brain is paying attention to the other end of the line. Most of the times I just start talking so much that the other person can’t tell me anything. For example, I wanted to ask this girl how was going her job, if she got a boyfriend already or what, how was her leg, etc. Instead, I started to talk about consoles and piracy for 25 minutes. Thankfully I didn’t forget telling her happy birthday; but it wouldn’t have surprised me if I did. The problem is that of course I’m not wanting to repeat the call to talk about the important things, so I hope there’s some kind of strange planet aligment so she can tell me how her life has been in the last months.
Well, not always is so bad, but unless I am in a really good mood, it is as I’ve told. So I’m not kidding when I say that my phobia to phones really messes up my social life, I almost prefer to not call at all rather than call a girl to meet with her. And I do have so many beautiful friends, and instead I waste my time in front of the computer… Bleh.
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Joer, no sabes como te comprendo. A mi me pasa igual, mi problema es que curro de teleoperadora X-D Te invito a una cerveza (o una cocacola o un zumo de esos extraños que bebes a veces) si adivinas quien soy 
