I wouldn’t do well in a long distance relationship.
I hate phone conversations; I enjoy watching a person while they’re talking to me. I’m aware that may sound creepy, but to hell with it. Nonverbal communication is an important part of a conversation to me.
And while I may prefer chatting to the phone because I am much more eloquent as a writer than a speaker, chatting still lacks that interpersonal connection that I crave.
I can’t feel particularly close to a person without that sort of physical contact, which leads me to believe I wouldn’t try very hard in a long distance relationship.
Oy. Boy, am I tired. Yesterday I stayed up until about 5:30 a.m. chatting with Matt and Jeremiah, and then later just Matt. I was also watching a “Fresh Prince of Bel Air” marathon on Nick@Nite.
I ended up getting out of bed at about noon. A far cry from a peaceful, satisfying rest, but for some reason I just couldn’t stay asleep.
My friends and I went ice skating again. And we played tag. It was awfully exhausting.
Which is why I may be going to bed right now.