I am sure I mentioned a gazillion times that I don't like to talk on the phone. I hate the way I sound, I can't read peoples facial reactions to things I say. I just rather talk to someone in person or via computer.
In person, you can see how they feel. You don't have to guess too much. On the computer, you can re-read what you typed and then decide to send it or not.
So anyways...I hate talking on the phone.
Monday night I talked to someone on the phone, who I really really do enjoy talking to. It is just much better in person for lots of reasons. Anyways, towards the end of the conversation, I just couldn't talk. Words couldn't come out right and lots of the words weren't making sense. Something came over me. It might of been what we were talking about or the good news that was given to me. Regardless of the reasons, I sounded like a freaking idiot. I almost called back to apologize. "Sorry if I sounded weird on the phone." and then say goodnight. I didn't but I am thinking about calling tonight to redeem myself. Try my darndest to sound normal.
Not that this is a big deal to most, but the ending of the phone conversation has stressed me out. I wonder if I should even bring it up to her.
It was a good conversation, besides me talking. Now let's push things forward.
Sheepish Phone Users
Morrissey and I say Happy November
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