I thought it was just me, but years ago my mom told me that she suffered from phonaphobia-- fear of calling on the phone. Maybe it's more like dread than fear. I dread it more than folding socks.

We are both fine with answering the phone and even chirpy and pleasant, but circle it like cowboys around a wagon train if we have to MAKE a call out of no where. I don't usually procrastinate but it takes an act of Congress to inspire me to pick up that phone and call.

Oddly enough, I don't feel that way about returning calls or receiving them. And I'm not a telemarketer who has a fear of being hung up on. I procrastinate calling to make a doctor's appointment. Email? I'm OK with that, too. I've learned to make myself. I schedule a time and dive in the dreaded task.

But do you know what? I've discovered my oldest son has phonaphobia, too. He is amazed that friends of his call at the drop of a hat when he, too, hates to make a call. Who knew this was genetic? And does anyone else suffer from this odd  phobia?  By the way, we have an admirable phone bill and about 3,988 rollover minutes. I wish I could cash them in for a plane trip somewhere.