I’m not proud of this. Nope.
And Peace be with you. On this Good Friday.
It’s a quiet morning, a day off, a Saturday morning pulled forward. What’s better than a long weekend?
The quiet is interrupted by ringing. And ringing.
We have a cheap home phone, with a piercing ring, one phone on each floor. Who uses a home phone anymore?
What used to be a source of such joy and anticipation in the pre-internet era, has turned into something vile.
Robocalls, a ratio of 7:1 to legitimate phone calls.
I count the rings. Most days I let it ring. And ring. I lean back in the chair, or close my eyes in bed, and count the rings. And feel my anxiety climb.
Other days, I pick up. And all the pent-up frustration of the week explodes on the Parasite on the other side of this line. I Rage against the Machine.
Live & Learn 