Sound of Silence Thursday, September 21, 2006I enjoy the quiet. A quiet house with no background television noise, radio or ringing phone. Sometimes it is wonderful just to sit in silence.
Unfortunately that doesn't often happen living where I do, there is always some sort of noise. Someone overhead cranking the radio in the shower because god forbid if they aren't entertained every moment. People talking in the hallway, the television blaring in the common room even though there isn't a single person in it, and I could go on and on.
I have a cell phone. I love it. But if I'm out to dinner/drinks with friends I won't answer it. Unless it is my mom, and then I tell her I'll call her back later. My mother has been known to freak out on occasion thinking that I'm dead on the side of the road killed by the latest serial killer de jur if I don't answer my phone. It is just easier to answer it when she calls than have a SWAT team bust up a lovely party you are at because they heard you were missing.
And it isn't just my mom, my dad does it too. He once heard that someone fell off a cliff in California and was completely convinced it was my sister because she wasn't answering her phone. I guess they have perpetual paranoia that something bad is going to happen to their children, I wonder if this is true for all parents or if my are especially neurotic?
But I digress, I don't answer the cell all the time. The constant contact we can have with people today is more than a little disconcerting.
And while I'm at it, I hate ring-tones. I don't need to hear the latest Pussycat Dolls or some other shit every time a phone rings.