i love to talk on the phone. i have friends from all over the country that are equally talkative and argumentative, so oftentimes, my discussions are long, loud, and they tend to wax philosophical.

when i have these phone calls, i go to my room and close my door, for two reasons. one, because my dad doesn't want to hear half of a discussion about the fallen nature of man or the proper approach to God when we repent, and two, because i like privacy.

see, if you haven't realized, i'm the sort of person that views everything as such - "the government which governs least, governs best." that goes for my political leanings, my approach to pastoral oversight, and my interactions with people. i like to be left alone, and i don't like to be questioned.

as the great philosophers Lynard Skynard put it, "Don't ask me no questions/and I won't tell you no lies./Don't ask me 'bout my business/and I won't tell you goodbye."

i'm not saying that there isn't a time for genuine concern, but nosiness and excessive prodding just annoy me. and it causes lots of fights in my house.

when my phone rings and i don't answer it, i'm asked "who was that?" on this occassion, it was a friend from michigan, and explaining the social connection was more hassle than it was worth (because i was watching a colts game and was not interested in the conversation - either with her or about her). my response to the question was, "it was no one." simple enough. leave it at that.

but no. instead, it was a constant barrage of questions - "who was it? what are you hiding? why won't you answer me? if it's no one, then why don't you tell me?" finally, i snapped. "it's none of your business. is that a better answer?"

and now there's tension, because it's not enough to just leave things as they are.