What I hate is the expectation that I am to be on standby for whoever calls me. All the time. Fuck that. Send a letter. Show some respect and have some patience. Communication with me is not a right. I'll not respond when I think its not important. And if you call me allot, it's never important. I do however get the heart attack feeling every time you do call.
Brother, what? Are you made of paper? Will an errant breeze threaten to blow you away?
Like, prefer whatever communication method you want, but really? Heart attack feeling? Come on, there's no way you're even coming close to jumping over a phone call.
And if you are, do you understand how to put your phone on vibrate/silent? This is such a non-issue
It's just hyperbole exhaustion at this point, probably. I don't mind it occasionally when making a point, but when it's wild hyperbole every time all the time, it's hard to trust what anyone says is even remotely true.
The Alot is an imaginary creature that I made up to help me deal with my compulsive need to correct other people's grammar. It kind of looks like a cross between a bear, a yak and a pug, and it has provided hours of entertainment for me in a situation where I'd normally be left feeling angry and disillusioned with the world.