On the subject of phone calls
My new pet peev: people not returning my phone calls.
Excerpt from a recent conversation with my dear friend Corina:
Corina: “Why don’t you call me sometime when you’re not busy?”
Roman: “(LOL)”
I was laughing because Corina rarely calls me. To my 10 phone calls, she might call me once. Maybe. This is no fault of hers – she works practically all the time, even on weekends, and barely even has time for herself.
[My roomate Kristin is blasting Rastafarian Nyabinghi music & I am drifting into a type of hypnotic daze]
Corina isn’t the only one who hasn’t been returning my calls. It’s been common for people to never call me. I admit it’s been hard not to take it personally, and consequently I’ve developed some resentments toward people I desire conversations with. Maybe I have too much time on my hands. Not really. It’s not that I sit around and wait for these people to call. I have plenty of things to do with my time. However, I want to spend time with some of these people, and it’s frustrating me to the point where I am going to stop calling them.
As my gears spun pondering this dilemma, I realized that I’ve been very GUILTY of not returning people’s calls. I’ve got karma built up, and it’s coming around to me. Several people had called me, with no response. Immediately, I set the wheels in motion to turn this around. I made a few calls. Left some messages. Talked to two people. Felt better.