I hate talking on the phone. I hate the chit-chat, the "catching up" on things I can't remember about myself let alone the person I'm talking to, the small talk. In fact, I don't just hate those things on the phone. I hate them in general. It just doesn't interest me.
Yet, I think I like to talk. To converse with people. To debate and discuss. To give advice. In fact, I can b.s. among the best of them. But that requires me to care about the conversation or the topic. Or at least like the challenge of the conversation.
I've been feeling lately that I'm having way too many figurative "phone calls" in my life and way too few meaningful conversations. Notice the quotes -- I'm definitely not having too many real phone calls. Everybody knows I screen my calls. But I have been taking the easy way out -- not challenging myself to think or act. I need more meaning in how I conduct my life. It's not that I need to change my actual life. I just need to expect more of it. After all, even a phone call can turn into a meaningful conversation.
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