Shut it down

Ring Ring Ring, the constant noise of thought interruption. Usually nothing of substance on the other line. I am not a phone person. I do not vocally express myself and I do not really pay attention to calls I receive. I find myself rudely drifting as someone is talking and focusing on a bill, or the weather or was there an earthquake in Samoa? My tone is dry and bored. I am more of a writer or a person to person communicator, though I fail at that often. I insert my foot in my mouth often and hurt people's egos daily with my who cares aura. I do not delight in my thoughtlessness. All the years of my indulgences in hard drugs and booze have caught up with my attention span and numbed my soul like a novocaine shot. It is all about words I can see, anything I hear disappears as if it never existed. Do I exist? Why do phones exist?