I think I’m afraid of phone calls.
If you’ve ever tried calling my cell phone, chances are you reached my voice mail. And then I called you back within 30 minutes. Depending on who you are and the circumstances of the situation, I may have actually picked up the call. That, however, is a rare occurence.
I used to tell myself that this was the case because I hate being interrupted, so I’d just handle the call at a more convenient time. This still stands (especially if I have company), but lately I’ve realized it’s far from the only reason. I now rarely answer calls right away even when I’m doing things I wouldn’t at all mind interrupting. Then, once I get around to responding, I often prefer text messages over actual calls.
This worries me a bit, frankly.
There’s also a second part to this issue: I almost never call anyone. I can’t remember when was the last time I decided to call someone and proceeded without any anxiety. Even simple things, like calling CSULA’s English department to ask about my eligibility for a class, or calling my Coffee Bean to ask what time my shift starts, or calling a friend to ask whether (s)he wants to hang out.
Even right this moment, there are a few people I should (or would like to) call. My phone is right next to me, but I’m apparently more inclined to be writing this than actually making those calls.
Much like my Health 104 professor said about drugs, it’s not a problem unless it causes a problem. Well, I think this is starting to cause some problems. I’m way too stressed out about this. Communication, on a rather basic level, is an ordeal, and I think I’ve managed to lose a friend or two by avoiding the phone so much.
It’s a bit pathetic…
It wasn’t always like this. When I first got my cell phone, right before heading to UCSD in the fall of 2004, I used it quite extensively. Once I got to campus, I called people all the time, both friends of old and new. I think with time I switched that communication to the instant messaging medium, which is not satisfactory. Some people may be OK with it, but I’m not
Now, the only real question is…what to do?