I hate talking on the phone too! But it is a necessary evil. I am getting cantankerous in my old age, and increasingly antisocial as time goes by. I have a cell phone that's pay as you go (emergencies only when I'm out). I much prefer e-mails and internet for communication.
I love the pay as you go. My " Emergency Phone " is an AT&T phone that costs under twenty dollars to purchase. It is just like the Nokia I had years ago. It flips! I have it set up to do payas you go, two dollars a day. Ten dollar minimum. It has a phone number that I haven't used in several months and I don't know if I have lost the phone number, but it's ideal for days when I do some kind of project with others and I will need to keep contacting people on the go, like for a work thing, or my upcoming party I am having for my birthday. I am going to want to be able to text everyone back and forth because it may turn into a " dive bars of the avenue hop " Late comers will need a life line. When I don't have it set up to be used, it still dials 911. It's actually saved a life and I mean that literally. So, technology can be a good thing, in the life saving department.
There was this one time back in the day after I first moved here and walked through a neighborhood I shouldn't have at two a.m. coming back from a concert at a venue. I passed a building and a guy stepped out of it with a singed black and red and brown hole in his powder blue Polo. As I looked, red paint emanated from the burnt hole, like a big cigar burn on his shirt. The blood started to spread out and I realised that this man didn't have paint on his shirt, he had just been shot point blank in the chest behind the building, and I hadn't heard it, so there was a silencer or his muscular chest
was the silencer. Either way, I was scared, that whoever had shot him would see me and kill me, and I was also scared because here I was in the dark, in a new scary place, alone on foot, with a guy who was shot in the heart. But, I used my phone to track him in the dark, on with 911. He collapsed into dark area off a side street under a bridge, and I followed him there and just as he collapsed the police showed up, and drive him to the Er ahead of an ambulance, which couldnt get there as fast.
He lived. The Police Captain told me he was some children's father. That's a nice way for me to use technology and I don't mind that. MacGuyver would approve.