Cell Phone Hysteria

People always talk louder when they’re on their cell phones. Both the pitch and volume of the voice increase as they go along. There’s a kind of semi-hysteria that starts to creep into their voices. Very slowly, of course, but also quite steadily.

At the beginning of the conversation there’s just a hint of it. But as the conversation continues, it starts to become more pronounced. And then – in the final dying throes of the dialogue, by which time all persons in the vicinity of the speaker have started to become involved – in one way or another – willingly or unwillingly – the hysteria has become almost fully fledged. Not quite fully fledged, of course, because people still know that it’s important to pretend to be polite. But the iron edge under the voice is unmistakable.

And then – just in time – the conversation comes to an end. Usually perfectly amicably, of course, but there was always that pregnant moment – two thirds through the conversation – when things were about to get ugly.


words — marga viljoen

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The following notice made me smile:

Members of the Support Group for Narcissistic Relationships

Please note that your organiser, Peter Smith, has just stepped down without nominating a replacement. Without an organiser the Support Group will shut down on 27 August 2016. Step up to become this Support Group’s organiser and you can guide its future direction!


Retail Therapy

I always feel so deliriously joyful when I buy something online and I get to the stage where I have to type in my credit card number. There is something soothing and endorphin-inducing in the click-click sound of the keyboard as I type in the 16 digits. As the computer slowly gobbles up each of the digits, a weird sense of calm descends on me, as if I’ve discovered the meaning of life or found out how to solve the problems of the world. I press “Submit” and there is a hypnotic, trance-like peace.