As many times as I tell myself, I got this, no big whoop; I still panic, a full on attack. They've started giving me Valium at the dentists, unfortunately phone companies are not as understanding. Being that the level of intimacy I have with these entities is without comparison (although neither could give a rats’ bikini about me), I get it. As much as I would like to grant them impunity, they are, by nature of their business, responsible.
The ring it makes is unnerving. I can barely stand vibrate. I don't like making a connection so disconnected. Texting is inane. Boggling advanced beepers; personalized beeping. The world is now conducted via handheld signal generators and I, born in the throes of these times, have yet to get with the times.
How do the highly sensitive adjust to foreign waves of information? Waves of fear; the phone can’t eat me but the thing on the other end of it might. I’m sure it’s not an emergency, maybe it's a nice surprise. Still the panic, the pinch above the eyebrow that makes my temples seize. Is it the machine or the message? Bang on both, you got me. Do I revert to correspondence? Create a telegram service for the sake of my own ineptitude? Do I email, face book? This boulder is insurmountable. The phone will ring, it will alert me when I have mail, when you text... It is incessant. And I have an upcoming appointment for a cleaning.
The Valium ran out long ago and I've already tried colon therapy. I don't like phone calls, televisions, I can barely stand my word processor. I'm sensitive.