No sense whatsoever!

The thing about leaving phone messages that makes them endearing, is the fact that it feels like you're talking to someone. It doesn't feel like you're talking to a recording device, pretending it's you're friend. Too bad this doesn't carry over into, say, a public sidewalk. Every time i leave someone a message that isn't strictly business, i'm acutely aware of how absurd it is, talking to a machine that won't talk back. Where is my suspension of disbelief?? Why do suddenly feel like a faker when i open my mouth to express my love, devotion and/or drunken belligerence?! Anyhoo -this pains me because 99.1415927% of the time, phone calls made in Manhattan are made on the street. We're multi-taskers on the way to/from anywhere. Everyone does this, in some form or another. Everyone has left a heartfelt message over the roar of traffic and wailing sirens. But this doesn't help. I always know when people are leaving messages. (Usually cause they talk for a minute straight after "Yo, whatup?" and end with a "Peace" "Call me!" or "Thanks for nuthin'!") How much do i care? How much do we actually listen to each other down there on them huge ass sidewalks? How much sense does it make for me to ever have stage fright ever on the sidewalks of NYC? Very very little. It's laughable, the amount of sense it doesn't make.