Aargh, phones. I usually never answer, too much anxiety, too many variables. Last week, in a surprising moment of courage, I did manage to answer as it was ringing, and it was a telemarketeer. *rolls eyes*
By now, I use my phone so scarcely, I often don't realize when the battery's dead and it's turned off for days, sometimes weeks.
I just find it very disturbing most of the time. Making phone calls usually take a lot of rehearsals, going over what I need to say and sometimes writing it down. I also can't make phone calls when there are people around, and it also bothers me when I'm with people and they start making phone calls. Cellphones didn't do much good either, since now you're supposed to be available all the time, and people can get really mad when you don't pick up. In the olden days, when someone didn't pick up, the person wasn't at home at the time or didn't hear, and you'd just call back later. And sometimes it would take a long time before you'd get hold of someone, but that was just the way it was. Now there's a lot more pressure involved. People seem to be more pressed for attention. TALK TO ME, TALK TO ME! And with me, the more they press for attention, the longer they have to wait, because I'm just contrary like that. And the more they disturb me, the longer it takes for me to finish what I was doing and get on to the next thing, which might well be calling them.
It depends on the situation off course. When I know a friend is going through a hard time or something, I'll check more often, but otherwise it's just a huge pain in the ass. Just send me an e-mail instead, but that option doesn't seem to come to mind most of the time.
At one point I had an intake conversation to see a psychologist, and I talked a lot about my communication problems and how I can't handle phone calls, and then at the end she'd give me a bloody phone number to call in. Yeah, she was a great listener.
No, phones, not my thing.