SECURITY PHONE

Surround me with safety and protection where only familiar things exist.  No strangers, please—for strangers scare me.  In fact, all foreign things create apprehension in me, and exposure to the unknown suddenly makes me feel lost.

I need to feel safe to function, and my safety comes from my family and my friends—people who relate to me, people who know me, people who love me.  For, anyone can see, it’s all about me-me-me.  Me and My Security.

My favorite fortress is my phone.  When that priceless shield is in my hand and stuck to my ear, I don’t have to look at the strangers.  My gaze can go into a blank stare, ignoring all those around me as if they do not exist, because I’m focusing on something that’s really not there.  It’s only a voice, of course, but it’s a familiar voice, a safe voice, and it knows me.

And because I have to talk so loud to be heard, I get attention from the potential fans that might be watching me.  It’s kind of ironic, isn’t it?  I’m so apprehensive about being surrounded by strangers, and, yet, they are my audience, if I want them to be.  Talking really loud makes their heads turn in my direction.  Then they can see I’m not really alone, for the voice inside my shield is with me, and can protect me if one of the audience suddenly attacks me.

I want people to look at me and notice me.  In my car, on the street, in the stores, on my bicycle, and on my skates—wherever I go, I keep my shield with me, and I talk on it every chance I get.  Sometimes I talk to the same people several times in one day.  No one knows who I’m talking to—whether it’s the same people or not—and it makes me look popular.
           
Then there are my clothes.