I know he did a great service to man by inventing the telephone. But I HATE the telephone. His invention complicates my day.
If I don’t answer it, my parents think something is wrong and they will pop by to check on us in a bit of a worry.
If I do answer it… something that complicates my day is usually on the other end of the line.
If I let the machine get it, then I’m in a conundrum about what I should do with the info such as little brother calling from rehab trying to get my sister to sneak in some booze to him. Or this new one that JUST called.
There was an 18 year old boy in my SZ group who a while ago, captured the heart of my sister. It turned out he didn’t want her heart, he wanted a part of her much lower then the heart. She wouldn’t give it him. She’s not ready she said. So, he dropped her flat for a gall who would indeed give him what he wanted. Many days of tears in the bath later and my sister got over him.
She’s happy again and hasn’t given him a second thought. So of course… Guess who just called and was hoping to meet up. I do not like people who make my sister cry. If a non-family member treats her with that much disrespect and makes my kid sis cry that much, a second chance with me is hard to come by. (I wish I could just forbid him from contacting her, or bar the door, or find a way to scare him off. But that could get me into trouble. I can’t forbid her… I promised no tampering in the dating life.)
The telephone just constantly complicates my day. So much drama could be avoided if the phone didn’t exist. If my sis wasn’t worried about being able to call 911, I would rip this thing out of the wall and not have a phone at all. I like being in the city. I like being able to walk around the city I grew up in an see people and people watch… but why do they have to call our place? Maybe I should change the phone number and ask my sis to never give out this number.