Ever since I got a pair of headphones with a mic I have been using them to talk on my cellphone. It’s especially helpful in the winter because my hands can stay warm in my coat pocket. However, I can’t help but feel like it makes me look like I’m talking to myself. At least when you hold your phone to your ear or have a Bluetooth piece in people usually make the assumption. I don’t think headphones paint that same image. I sometimes wonder what people think of me and if they listen to my conversations. If I were them, I probably would. This especially popped into my head yesterday when I was on the phone with my best friend Marley.
Marley is my best friend from college. Currently, she is teaching English in Korea and there is a 14 hour time difference between us. That doesn’t stop us from being able to talk. Thank god for the internet. Anyway we have started chatting in the morning before I go to work because our schedules work out. This has lead me to wandering the city, near my office, chatting on the phone with her with my handy dandy headphones.
Yesterday she was chilling at a cafe and it was super loud where she was. Since I’m plugged in, I naturally begin to talk (shout) so that she can hear me. She was also using headphones when talking to me so she could hear me just fine and I really didn’t need to shout. That didn’t stop me though. In my defense the people she was near were also shouting. It was like I had to be louder than them. Then add on the fact that we were also talking about something I was angry and passionate about. I must have shouted through our whole conversation.
When I eventually made my way to my office and my desk, the image of me wandering around the streets of New York shouting just struck me as funny. I swear I must have looked batshit crazy because I’m just shouting things like, “SHE’S AN IDIOT! THIS IS A HORRIBLE IDEA, I CAN’T EVEN! HE’S AN ASSHOLE!” I can’t help but wonder what the people I walked past must have thought of and how out of the ordinary I actually looked. I do live in New York, we are the capital of crazy people. Maybe I’m just an everyday person really or maybe I did actually look batshit. Jokes on them though, because I definitely am a little crazy.
No regrets though. So if you pass someone who is loudly on the phone early in the morning in New York, it might be me.
P.S. I think even without the background noise, I’m super loud on the phone. Not my fault that I naturally am just a loud person. Makes life more interesting.