Quirk quirk quirk

A few weeks ago, we were at the Shearers’ house, and Brian admitted that he doesn’t like leaving voice mail or answering machine messages. I took that opportunity to share one of my particular quirks, one that I had never admitted before: I hate checking my messages.

In college, I overcommitted myself a bit, and I had meetings or classes or work just about every night. Since then, I have learned to say no. The problem is, I have learned how to pretty much exclusively say no. I have a hard time committing to anything, because I’m so worried that it will take up my valuable free time. This is even more of a big deal to me now that I am working.

So, when I get a phone message, especially from certain people, I dread having to listen to it, because I fear that it will require me to do something. At the very least, I might have to return a phone call and talk to someone I really don’t want to talk to. At the most, I might have to do something I don’t want to do.

I love talking to my friends on the phone, and while I don’t love leaving messages (I mean, who does, really), I certainly don’t mind it. And when the message turns out to be from a friend, I am pleased, and return it as soon as I can. But, when I see a message, and I’m not sure who it’s from (or it’s someone I don’t want to talk to), I get a little antsy. I feel a little trapped.

Just a little quirk of mine.

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