Here’s the deal. I don’t like talking on the phone. Understand it. Accept it. I don’t like it. That’s why I don’t call. That’s why I don’t return calls.
Okay. I do when I have to, but if I can avoid it I do.
I like to write. I’m good at it. I’m a writer. I can spell things like eloquent without difficulty, but try and get me to explain something with a piece of plastic welded to my ear – forget it.
I feel a bit better about headsets, but not much.
Face to face with some beer? Great. Side by side driving along the freeway? Awesome. They say that 90% of communication is non-verbal so what the fuck is the point of shooting disembodied voices all over the globe? Seems a terrible waste of effort to me. Write a letter. Stop by to say hello. Works much better for me thank you very much.
Part of my move has involved me learning and accepting who I am. My likes. My dislikes. The things I’m good at. The things I’m bad at. I choose to mould my life around my strengths rather than to try and contort myself around my weaknesses. Where that conflicts with the world around me we will look at ways of making it work, for everyone.
Non-conformity is not about lashing out against the mainstream. Its about finding within yourself the way, and finding how that way fits into the rest of the world. Bend what can be bent, break what must be broken, but don’t fight fruitlessly against those things that you cannot, or need not change.
The telephone has its place, but where it can be excepted, I gladly use the other options. I for my part will try and do the same for all of you, including those who won’t read this because it doesn’t fit into their way…