The cheese stands alone

I have a confession to make, and I know it puts me in the minority. Probably in a very, very small minority. With this confession, I become a mere blip in the statistics, a tiny spec of sand in a vast sea of... well, you get the idea. Here goes: I hate talking on the phone. (I know, right?) I used to be SUCH a phone-talker. In junior high and high school, wild boars couldn't keep me off the phone. I'd talk to my friends at school, only to rush home and talk to them on the phone. But now? Now I can barely tolerate the phone. I don't know why, really, don't know what changed. But there are days (shhhh...) there are days when I press the "do not disturb" button on the phone, and there are even some nights when the phone rings at our house and I holler to John, "I'm not talking to anyone tonight!" Is that weird? Have I just put myself into some sort of weirdo category? Hello? Is this thing on?