recoop

I rarely pick up the phone. Call it a neurosis if you like, but the truth is that the shrill ring of a telephone has always sounded like the harbinger of doom to me. It’s as if every call is a newscaster bringing nothing but chaos and calamity.

But let's be honest; it's not just about my personal jitters. The bigger issue is the sheer intrusiveness of a phone call. It’s like someone barging into your day unannounced, demanding you drop everything for them. Who decided this is how it should be? I’ve taken the rational approach to reclaim control.

If I’m knee-deep in something else, or sharing a conversation with someone who’s, you know, physically present, the phone can buzz itself into oblivion for all I care. There are voicemail options, text messages, and the quaint notion of scheduling a call like civilized mortals. In the hierarchy of my priorities, my own activities and conversations rank far above any unplanned intrusion by phone—or its modern accomplice, the dreaded video call.

This method helps me keep my chaos in check while also tending to my whimsical neuroses. Let the phone ring, my friend. Just let it ring.