Weirdo Awards 2

I mentioned in the first segment of Weirdo Awards that I hate talking on the phone with a fierce passion.  Here's how it goes every time (there are only a select few for which I willingly pick up the phone)

The phone rings. I ignore it but grow increasingly agitated as the ring tone continues to wail loudly or vibrate annoyingly. I finally get up and stalk over to the bookcase where the phone is dumped unceremoniously every afternoon when I get home from school. I glance at the caller ID, sigh, and put the phone back down. The voice message icon comes on and an anxious feeling fills my body as I realize that sometime in the near future I will be forced to call this person back.

The second scenario usually involves my parents. They call me; I do the whole waiting dance before I pick up the phone. I know I should answer it because prolonging it is never good. But as usual I put the phone back down and obsess about when I should call them back, why they are calling me, and how many days I can wait and with which excuse  I can give for why I waited so long to call them back.

Does this sound exhausting to anyone, because I am freaking tired. But I...can't...stop. Maybe something is really wrong with me. In a country where people are obsessed with labeling and diagnosing, shouldn't there be one for me? Maybe then I can get some medicine to cure all this madness

I don't really know why this happens. I know this is weird, thats why it was awarded a Weirdo Award. There is no rhyme or reason; its  not like I only do it to those who I loathe. I do it to almost everybody, even my siblings sometimes. Texting is a different story altogether. If someone texts me, I will text them back immediately. There has even been instances where the person will call, and then text me, and I will respond to their text right away. Obviously, I need help.