I hate talking on the phone. I hate making and receiving calls.
At the moment, I have to speak with my school advisor every week by phone to check in and make sure I’m maintaining progress.
I hate it. I start dreading it the day before. I start having thoughts like, “Maybe I can ignore it. Maybe I’ll pretend it didn’t ring through. Maybe I can say my mom’s phone wasn’t working.” So on and so forth.
Panic twists my stomach into the tightest of knots once the phone actually rings. Reluctantly I answer.
When the call is over, I experience a flood of relief knowing that terrible task is done for one more week.