I'm not so sure why I have this hang-up about voices.
No, not the voices in my head. Those voices are comforting. And, oddly enough, almost always in a nice, soft feminine English or Australian accent.
Like the old Jeanie ATMs.
Or Julia Fordham.
I guess my dislike of voices is one of the reasons I don't like talking on the phone.
Either way ... I don't like talking on the phone.
And I've noticed that my interest in the person on the other end is based more and more on the voice of the person speaking.
Western European ... good.
Asian ... good.
Australian ... good.
Indian (dot or feather) ... not good.
Southern US or hillbilly ... bad.
Not sure why that is ... I mean, who cares what the voice sounds like, right? The words should be important. The job they're discussing is what matters, right?
But I can't get beyond it.
Because whether it's love, work, or play, voices are deal breakers for me.
On the same level as my dislike of bad grammar, improper punctuation, and poor spelling.
Welcome to my brain.