There are things about living, rather moving back in, with the parentals that has its perks. Free rent (if you’re lucky), free food, free just about everything. Although, I will say it has it’s hang-ups. For instance, the disagreements over things still not settled since high school, the yelling, and answering their phone (as if people call me at their house, my place of residence–hello, it’s called a cell phone).
I can’t tell you how much I despise answering the phone.
RRRRIIINNNGAH! RRRRRIIINGAH!
“Answer the phone!”
“It’s not for me.”
“Answer the phone, you’re right there.”
“You answer it!”
“Answer the phone.”
Then, “Hello, you’ve received the blank residence, we’re unable to answer the phone right now. Please leave a message after the beep.”
I love the answering machine. I never check it, but I love it. There it is ready to answer for and then at your convenience you decide when to call.
When I hear that RRRRIIINNNNGGAH! I flinch. Who is it? I don’t care. It seems like regardless of if it a house phone ringing or cell phone. It feels like a leash. The phone rings and it’s as if a rope is tightening around my wrist.
The phone at my parents house seems to ring off the hook. Who in Haydes is calling all the damn time. It’s a nightmare to answer that phone. I hate it. What is even more irriating is the lack of working phones in our house.
RRRRRIIINGGGAH!
“Hello? Hello? Oh my God I hate this phone.”
RRRRIIINNGGGAH
“Hello?”
“Hello.”
“Hi, I can’ barely hear you,let me switch phones.”
Two very common occurances at our house.
Some days when my cell phone rings more than twice it’s as if I’m being hunted or watched or something. It’s not excitng, unless of course it’s my lovah. Then there are text messages which people except instant replies to and voicemails that need to be listened to. So much work.
Sometimes though, the conversation is wonderful with the boyfriend and you sit outside with your toes in the pool and skin in the sun. Or when your roommate from college calls you and you haven’t heard from her in months.
I guess it’s a love hate thing.
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