My friend Mark was talking about his phone a few "weeks" ago. I thought it would be overkill for me... We use a pay as you go phone for emergencies (takeout orders) and 60 minutes lasts for months. In fact, I hardly ever talk on the phone at all. This point was driven home when I missed my friend Amy and called her cell. It rang a few times and I thought "Oh, I'll just call back later" and hung up. She called me back, "What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong." "You called me. I thought something must be wrong." I was mortified and I didn't want her to get hurt talking on the phone in traffic so I let her go. Ouch.
I wonder if I am actually afraid of the phone. It's ridiculous but understandable considering everything phones have done to me. They've demanded money, broken up with me, told me "Honey, I'm sorry I can't come back home."
I found out today that I have a fear of hobos. Not homeless people, I'm not a heartless jerk, but literal hobos with hats from the '30's who will growl and throw empty bottles at you and kick you off their train.
Most of my irrational fears haven't been vetted since I was 8.
1 year ago