I detest talking on the phone. Even when my parents call me, I look at the caller ID and wonder if it's important enough to answer. I have trouble carrying on a conversation on the phone. I get distracted very easily and find myself not even paying attention to what the other person is saying. It's not intentional, I just can't make myself concentrate.
I didn't realize just how little I talked on the phone until last night, though.
Our phone bill was about $30 higher than normal this month, so I decided to investigate. Turns out, when Mr. Bill was out of town a few weeks ago, he was using his phone for the internet and he never does that, so he doesn't have a data package. A few days of checking facebook via his phone and he racked up $30 in data fees. It's no big deal.... he doesn't go out of town often, never really, and he doesn't like using his phone for the internet. It's basically a one time thing, so the $30 is fine with me.
As I was clicking the tabs to find that information, I came across the breakdown of minutes used. Last month I used a grand total of 55 minutes! Wow. That's less than 2 minutes a day.
Then I got curious and wanted to see if that was normal, so I went through the past year. 55 minutes is actually higher than usual. Most months were closer to 30 minutes. One month was 16 minutes. One month I turned into a blabber mouth and racked up 71 minutes.
I very rarely make a phone call. I guarantee the majority of those minutes were calls made to me, and probably mostly by my parents. =) My Dad is really good at calling to check up on us once a week. I get really anxious when I have to make a call. I'll tell myself, "Self, you really need to call your parents." And I'll sit there and stare at the phone for half an hour until I have to do something else instead. We're talking about just chit-chatting with my parents, for Pete's sake! If I have to call someone about something important... I'm usually pacing the floor with my heart pounding. That's what I mean by phone phobic. I never just sit back in the evenings and gab on the phone with my friends... it's probably a huge factor in why I really don't have anyone to sit back and gab with on the phone. That 55 minutes of phone usage last month included a week where Mr. Bill was out of town.... we barely talked to each other while he was gone (granted, with our schedules, we barely talk to each other on a daily basis anyway).
I guess it makes sense when you consider how socially awkward I am. Outside of work, I don't talk to many people... my husband, my sister, my parents. And at work, there are only a few that I can sit around and just talk to. I can't make small talk. I just can't. I'm sure a lot of people at work think I'm a total fruitcake, and they're right, but I just don't know how to have a conversation with someone I don't know really well. And if they don't initiate a conversation, it's just not happening. Sometimes I think I need to work on that. But that's just who I am, and usually - when I'm not feeling lonely (it's not that often, really) - I'm perfectly fine with it.