i have a confession

I dispise talking on the phone.

Like, loathe it.

Isn't it girl code or something to like talking on the phone.

My mom loves it.

My friends all seem to really like it.

But I feel so awkward talking about myself and everything that's going on in my life.

I'd rather blog about it and add pictures for better understanding.

Sounds lame, but really -- I'd rather blog.
Oh how I wish all of my friends blogged.

I could actually see what they're doing in real time, as opposed to talking once in a while and trying to fit our whole lives into 1 conversation.

I hate that.

I love knowing what's going on in my friends life.

I get so happy for them when they're happy and I get pissed when they're pissed.

I just don't like talking on the phone.

And getting off the phone can sometimes be awkward too.

I mean, how do you get off the phone when you're done talking without having an actual excuse for getting off the phone.

I'm not someone who can talk for hours on end.

I'm good for about 20 minutes then am done.

And it's not because I don't want to know all about what's going on in my friends lives.

Because I do.

I really do.

I just don't like having a phone pressed up to my ear.

I don't like sitting in a room with the tv on mute.

I don't like knowing that in due time, I'm going to have to relive everything I've been through over the past week, month, etc on the call.

I don't enjoy talking about myself.

I enjoy blogging about myself though!

I wish my friends would just read my blog and tell me that they keep up with my blog, so I don't have to blab on and on about me.

I'd much rather listen to them talk.

I'm a good listener.

And I actually care about everything my friends say and everything that's going on in their lives.

I just don't like talking on the phone.

20 minutes max for this girl.

Friends -- Can you please start blogging? Please.

Mom, you're easy to talk to on the phone.

Wanna know why?

Because Nance (yes, I call my mom Nance. Pronounced Nanc. Oh, and I call me dad Dude. No joke. I really do) gets off the phone so abruptly and awkwardly and it's hilarious.

Once she's done with the convo she's really done.

She doesn't beat around the bush or slowly exit the conversation like I do.

Example:

(10 minutes into convo)

Me: I really need you to come out and help me with figuring out this whole house configuration and decorating.
Mom: Can we just talk about it and maybe get some ideas for different rooms?
Me: No. I need you to come out. Maybe this fall?
Mom: How about for Thanksgiving? It would be so fun to cook Thanksgiving dinner with you in your brand new kitchen.
Me: Oh brother, that sounds scary! But if you're doing the cooking then I'm in. Who knows though, we may be out of town. Our schedule's always so up in the air.
Mom: We'll see what you're doing at that time. I'll come out sometime this fall. Okay honey. I'll talk with you tomorrow. I love you. Bye.
Yep.
That's how abrupt and not delicate my mom is when exiting phone conversations.

And she doesn't just do this to me.
She does this with everyone and it's pretty funny.

I wasn't done with the convo.

I mean, we had just started it.

But she was done and she got off the phone.
Classic Nance.

And in all honesty, I wish more phone conversations would end this way...