i used to be the kind of person that answered my phone. all the time, i mean. i used to be the person who woke up in the middle of the night, got out of my warm and comfortable bed, and crossed the room just to answer the phone. it never really mattered who it was. i never liked the idea of screening calls. i didn't think it was fair. i think it has to do with some deep rooted hope that if i answered everyone's calls, everyone would answer mine. or maybe i just really liked to talk? who knows. the point is, i was reliable. i was the girl who answered her phone.
however, i've found that i've become increasingly the opposite. i let it ring until it eventually goes to voicemail. i stare at it as my friends or family members names come up on the screen. is it a sign of growing up and finding discretion in who i talk to and when?
or is it a sign of depression?
