My life, your life, and the lives of everyone around the world are tied in to each other.
You can't avoid it, it's just a fact of life.
I am of course referring to 'communication.'
It's one of the things that sets us apart from many (but not all) of the animals. If I hurt - I can tell you where it hurts, if I am hungry - I can ask you for food, if I have just stubbed my toe - I can communicate in four letter expletives. In that respect, communication is good.
One thing that sets us apart from even more of the animals though, is our ability to communicate over long distances. We invented smoke signals, semaphore, telegraph tours, radio, morse code and of course 'the telephone.'
People like to say 'it's good to talk,' and really it is - mostly. It's better to talk in person though, you can use body language, tone of voice and a hundred other cues that are not portrayed by a low quality phone signal.
That's not even my big beef though with phones. No, it's the ringing part that gets me hot under the collar.
When a phone rings, its like an impatient child shouting at you saying
'answer the phone, answer it, go on, answer it, come on, answer it, answer the phone, answer it, come on, answer it, come on come on, the phone is ringing, come on get on with it and answer the phone, go on, answer it, awww, you missed it'
It's so rude really!
When I'm at work, I'm constantly being phoned - and that's exactly what it can feel like. A relentless little pixie jumping up and down and shouting at me and stopping me from from doing what I was doing.
Bloody phones!
Rant over.
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