I Hate Phones

I am slowly getting to the point that I am no longer a fan of telephones. I am tired of people constantly calling me to complain that I don't call them. That is such useless conversation. But whats more annoying is someone telling me who I should call first. My mother has a brother who is in the hospital. In terms of the phone, the chain of events are as follows: My mother called me at 8:30 this morning, but I didn't answer the phone. She left a voicemail, but I never check my messages until the end of the day. My sister called while I was sleeping sometime this afternoon. I got a phone call from a friend of mine saying my sister was looking for me, so I called my sister back at about 5:15 this evening. My sister told me that our uncle is brain dead, so I figured that's what my mom wanted to tell me. Around 7:00 tonight, I called a cousin of mine to see what, if anything, she knew regarding the status of our uncle. She told me that he has a 50/50 chance of surviving. While I was on the phone with her, my mother called. My mother told me that my uncle is brain dead. At this point, I don't know who to believe. Either someone is brain dead or their not. Its times like this one that I need to sit down with the attending physician, and get an accurate account of where things stand. Anyway, I told my mother about the conversation I had with my cousin, and she got mad because I didn't call her first. Maybe I didn't call my mother first because I don't know what to say to her. Maybe before I dialed her number I was trying to find the right words for that conversation, but all she wanted to do was tell me who I should or shouldn't call first. I guess God saw that an argument was about to happen because my grandmother called my mother causing our conversation to be cut short; which was a good thing. I really do have a problem with petty dislikes, and my family is full of them. I am in no way saying that my family is the only family with stupid and childish problems. I just don't want to be bothered with it. Anybody and everybody in my family who knows me knows that I have a very low tolerance for ignorance. During tragic times like this, I don't think insignificant conversation should take place. It doesn't accomplish anything, and it builds longer bridges widening the gap.