Hanging on the Telephone in the Age of IM

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Communication these days is such a weird negotiating process. When you meet someone new, or just try to talk to your close friends, you have to figure out the best way to get ahold of them.

It’s no longer a simple thing to pick up the phone and dial a number and hope that someone answers on the other hand. They might (if they like you, if they hear the ringer, if the phone is charged) or they might not.

It’s no joke, there are literally dozens of options to choose from to contact someone, text message, AIM, gchat, blackberry IM, Skype, phone, twitter, e-mail, courier pigeon to name a few. And every single one of your friends, family and acquaintances, new and old, has their preferred method to be contacted.

Myself, for instance, I listen to all my queued phone messages at one time. If you call on Tuesday, I might not listen to your voicemail for weeks, by which time, I have another twenty voicemails to delete and fifty missed calls to wade through. Your ninety-second voicemail takes me 3 and half seconds to delete, and that’s about how much time you have to convince me to listen to it.

Even before cell phones, I always used my phone sparingly. If I didn’t pick up when you call, I didn’t want to talk to you to begin with. Phone communication was traditionally at my convenience, not yours. The coming of e-mail was a godsend. And I usually respond to e-mails and text messages within minutes of receiving them.

While philosophically, that hasn’t changed, not only are there way more options to contact me than just a straight up phone call, my phone on its own caters to, let’s see, well…almost all of them. From my phone, I can take calls, e-mails, text messages, twitter, facebook, gmail, yahoo. Short of courier pigeon and the US Postal Service, there is almost limitless coverage of every conceivable mode of contact.

Because of that, the rules go out the window when I’m catering to someone else’s preference. I have one friend who will respond faster to text message than any other medium. We almost never actually talk on the phone. When dude calls me up to chat, you better believe I pick up the phone. That’s something special.

Likewise, my father isn’t so much an e-mail guy (he’s not so much a phone guy either) which makes those phone calls special when they do come in, no matter how much I disdain using the phone myself.

It’s all about negotiating. There should be an implicit understanding that if you initiate the contact, you use the preferred medium of the person you are calling, texting, whatever. But in reality, it becomes a question of who wants it more, the person calling or the person being called.

It’s not all a wonderland to have this many options. It’s led to a lot of less personalized contact. I think bulk updates by e-mail to every person you’ve ever met are impersonal and insulting to everyone on your distribution list. But sending out a mass message through facebook or twitter makes sense because those are designed for that purpose. There is an implied invitation to read someone’s status update. And e-mail (and texting) by its nature is an exercise in passive aggressive obstructionist behavior. It requires finesse to not read too much or too little into an e-mail lacking any clues but what you know about the sender already and just the characters on the screen.

The net effect of all these options makes meeting new people and making connections with them even more impractical. Communication preference is an extra layer of idiosyncrasy that we didn’t need, and one that has begun to get in between individuals. Instead of bridging the gap, e-mail, texting, cell phones, facebook, twitter, it’s all widening the gap between yourself and people you haven’t met yet.

My friend met a boy who said “call me” and he meant it. He never responded to a single text message she sent. But in failing to acknowledge the text messages, all he is doing is making it harder for them to connect. This isn’t even a case of him making her do all the work. His preferred method of communication was talking on the phone, and he never failed to either answer or call her right back. But how do really you tell someone ‘we can’t go out if you’re going to insist on sending me text messages’? Look, people do all the time now. It is actually acceptable to freeze people out until they learn to communicate on your level.

Hey, I’m as guilty as anyone else. So either send me an e-mail now or wait until I’m damn well and ready to check my phone log and maybe I’ll get back to you sometime. It’s your call.

Get a life, get a phone.

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So while I think it is substantially mental to own a phone that checks my e-mails, pushs all my Facebook messages to me and can find me on a (google) map, I love it. Life in the digital age before the blackberry was a barren desert. And I didn’t know it.

Today, despite not having turned on a TV in four days, I am able to check on the football scores from yesterday, e-mail my mother and write an article. All in my PJs. (I thought about taking the blackberry into the bath with me but the irony of either being electrocuted or just breaking the damn phone was too realistic.). The marvel of it is that while absolutely nothing I do on the phone couldn’t wait, it makes me happy to be plugged in.

Well everyone calls it an addiction. I suppose I could give up coffee or gambling and become a crackberry addict instead. (Though I know you’re thinking what I’m thinking. What makes me think I have any choice in the matter. If anything, I’ll probably be excusing myself from the blackjack tables in order to check my e-mail while drinking coffee.)

I usually look for some moral component in my thinking, but I’m not sure where to go on this one. “If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad?” But are we making an exception for phone addiction? If it’s true for one, why not all the others? Is it really a matter of the degree of self destruction?

Look, alcoholism is self-destructive. But it also runs a pretty substantial risk of hurting others. Is there a line to cross with data phones (at least one that is any different than you get with any old regular cell phone?) I’m not sure. If you’re moving and typing at the same time, maybe it’s a hazard to someone else. But then, if I get arthritis in both thumbs, what do you care?

But I can’t help take a live and let live attitude with people and cell phones. I won’t hesitate to tell people who smoke they are killing themselves, but I can’t find the same fault with phone addiction. Maybe it’s hypocrisy since I don’t smoke but I can’t keep my hands off my phone long enough to wave at you. I’ve already checked my e-mail twice while I wrote this article and I love it. And I know I will again and again.