Why I Didn’t Call You

I don’t like talking on the phone.

When someone says, “Just call me,” I cringe. Most of the time I don’t want to pick up the phone and call anyone. I might really like you, but I don’t want to talk to you on the phone if I can help it.

Ask me why I didn’t call. It’s not you. The reason is I just can’t stand to pick up the phone and call you. Sometimes, not always, I’d rather chew my leg off than talk on the phone.

I can’t explain why. It’s not that I’m afraid of the phone. I don’t have telephonophobia (which is a real thing). I just hate it.

I can’t imagine that I’m the only person in the world who hates talking on telephones. Maybe I am, but more likely, in a world where “everyone” talks on the phone a lot, it’s awkward for people to admit it.

I’d venture to bet there are lots of people who hate talking on telephones. They’re just too polite or embarrassed or both to say, “No, I probably won’t call you. I hate talking on the phone.”

Instead, they just don’t call. You were wondering why. Now you know.

I’ll email you. I’ll meet you for lunch or a drink. If you call me on the phone I’ll probably answer, but I won’t have much to say. If it’s an emergency and there are no other options available, I’ll call you. Otherwise, forget it.

It’s not you. It’s me.