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| There is a great deal of joy to be had, being
on the phone with a lover. It's that special bit of connectivity
when two are so far apart, and the longing is so great. It can be
upsetting, though, when your life seems to be just the bits that pass between
phone calls.
This was gonna turn into a kvetch session, but I just deleted all the gripes. I hate whining. There are things about the phoning aspect of long distance relationships that I don't like, but whining about them really won't do a helluva lotta good. Funny thing is, until my entry into the net, I really didn't like to use the phone. I don't like how my voice is distorted, or how you can't pay attention to anything but what's coming through the earpiece. I didn't like being unable to use body language. Hahahahaha, well, now! Things change so much, and I live here on the net, and now the phone is something extra special, super savory connectivity! What a delight to hear the voice of someone far away, hehe, rather than just reading their type. To hear inflection and accent and, yes, hoarseness cuz they have a cold. I know it startles people sometimes when I call, especially if it's been awhile, but it feels so good to touch base, to reorient yourself to what the mood is over there. Sometimes people can seem a lot colder, or I guess even hotter, in plain type than they actually are, and it helps to hear in their voice what the emotional temperature is. And I really love getting phone calls these days. Though I know it's a hardship, my dear heart calls me on average five times a day, more if it's one of those days where I can't get but a word or two before he has to go. The nectar of a loved one's voice flowing through the line and into my ear is a mainstay of my existence these days, a fortifier against the cold and stony life it can be here sometimes. |
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