Thought for the day - Can you tell me when you started to hate your phone?

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- Could you tell me when you started hating the phone?
- He scared me as a child. One of my uncles called
his car is a ghost. Disembodied voices. I was scared to death of them.
I became an adult, but I still didn’t get used to it. It always seemed to me
that it depersonalizes a person. If he pleases,
it will allow your self to move across the wires. And if not
whatever you want, just suck it out, and you’ll find yourself on the other end
no longer you, but some dead fish, not a living warm voice,
and one is steel, copper and plastic. It's very easy by phone
say the wrong thing; I didn’t mean to say this at all,
and the phone changed everything. I didn’t have time to look back, but I’ve already made money
yourself an enemy. And then - the telephone is an incredibly convenient thing!
It stands and really demands - call someone, and he
doesn't want to be called at all...

                          R. Bradbury "The Killer"