Weird Night

Well, today was a decent day. I worked a strange shift, and got home later than normal.

Work was good, but it seemed like the clock was moving slower than it usually does. Sarah and I had a really good talk today. It is so nice to have someone who understands me so well. I'm so blessed... I've been thinking about my family alot lately. I hope they're doing well. I talk to them, but not enough, I've been avoiding my phone too much these past several months. I do my best to keep up correspondence, but the whole BOB thing really created this nervousness about answering my phone. I am terrified of unusual numbers at times... it's absurd, but it really effects me. Things have been improving though... I keep pushing myself to call or write. I just feel this disconnection with the world around me at times. Like I need to disconnect. Like being plugged in all the time is bad. You (ANYONE WITH A PHONE) can reach me 24/7. If I'm in the car, at work, or at home, my cell is with me. I don't answer it alot, but mainly because I'm tired of it. Of talking, of listening, of processing. I dearly love some of the people on the other end, and I almost always enjoy the conversation once I'm in it, it's just the dread of picking up the phone that gets me. Call me crazy, or just tell me I'm overthinking it, but it seems to me that there must be alot of people out there who share the same frustrations. This is getting more and more universal, and cell phones are becoming society leashes...

Well, that's it for tonight. A weird post for a weird day.

P.S. Does anybody know who commented on the last post? It was written in a way that bothered me. It's hard to put my finger on it, but it just seemed strange. Maybe if I knew who wrote it, I'd be able to figure it out. It just seemed enigmatic, both in structure and tone. Hmmm...