On the phone.
Personally I find it very disturbing that my mother would always stroll right into my room while I am having a conversation on the phone, and then somewhat have this relieved look on her face that I’m on the phone and not actually talking to myself.
You read it right — she actually thinks that I’m talking to myself! Who would actually talk aloud to themselves? Definitely not me okay? I would only whisper to myself and no one knew about it, though that’s no longer the case, I guess.
Besides, you have no idea how disturbing it is; and I’m serious! It’s really disturbing despite knowing that she probably did it out of concern to make sure I am not psychotic. Which part of me looks like I’m psychotic? Anyway I mention part, not the whole.
The next time I’m on the phone, I should really hang a tag at the door knob stating I’m actually on the phone. But hey wait, maybe then she will think I’m talking to myself on the phone. Chaos. Okay, so I’m going to hang a tag at the door knob stating I’m actually on the phone with someone else. And you bet I’m so going to do that.
And the phone, the mom and the son live happily ever after again; no more peeping and the fierce straining of neck just to check if her son is mentally stable. I can’t help being filial. And you thought I’m only concern about my privacy being intruded, you’re so wrong. ;)