Sunday, September 15, 2024

Eulogy for the Telephone

Harmony in the Hood: Parent Contact: the Phone Call (with a script!)

Do you know what I miss? Phone calls. Real, honest-to-goodness, old-fashioned phone calls. The kind where you hear the phone ring, and there is that moment of surprise mixed with curiosity and even irritation over the interruption, before I pick up the phone and say “Hello?” and hear the caller say “Hi_______!” Depending on whether I can identify the voice and what fills in the blank (Mom, Honey, Barbara, Mrs Ritchey), my mood changes to joy, anticipation, or again, irritation. Daughter calling for advice or news; parents calling to chat and ask about me; spouse or boyfriend (a LONG time ago!) telling me about their day and expressing love and concern; friends calling to chat or set up a time to meet; work calling to tell me something that can’t wait till the next day; doctors or vets or dentists or repairmen calling about invoices, appointments, lab work; salesman calling to interrupt my dinner. Regardless of the who, when, or why, there is a voice of a real live person on the other end. We are connected. Talking. Listening. Sharing. 

Today we don’t talk. We text, message via FaceBook, WhatsApp, etc., comment on social media posts, or post our “status updates.” Communication is voiceless. Emotionless. Sterile. Not human. It’s just words on a screen. Replies are implied by the “…” in the respondent’s window. Emotions, responses, and feelings are replaced by memes, gifs, emojis, or 21st-century shorthand: "LOL," "IDK," "IYKYK," "RN," and "DM." When I call someone, I rarely hear the voice of the person or business I’m calling answer. Nope—voicemail, bots, options to press, or nothing at all. As if that isn’t demoralizing enough, callers know if the person they are contacting got the message/call; confirmation is shown by “read,” checkmarks, or a tiny photo of the receiver. On the receiving end, we know right away who is calling and can choose immediately to answer, not answer, or send to voicemail. We can even block other people from calling or texting us! 

And it isn’t that texting or FaceBook messages are any more efficient than phone calls. It would be great if they were. They’re ignored just as much. Some people get so many texts and messages they forget to read or answer earlier texts. And while shorthand communication (texts, messages, anything not involving person-to-person and voice-to-voice) is useful in some scenarios (providing addresses for directions, confirming appointment times, and communicating with people overseas to set up a phone call), it is not the same as people talking to people. Non-voice communication is two computers communicating. These modes of “talking” are often ignored, forgotten, or worse yet, misunderstood. Because we’ve gotten too lazy or stupid to communicate efficiently. Have you seen the movie "Idiocracy?"

Yes, I’m guilty of it too. To avoid confrontation, the possibility of rejection, or talking to people I don’t know well, I’ve fallen into the horrible lazy habit of messaging people in my family, my town, my neighborhood, and even in my house. The other day I sent a too-short text message asking another member about someone in our church, and it was perceived as lacking compassion. Because I was too lazy or in a hurry or too busy to send a proper message or just CALL DAMN IT!


Communication is so much harder these days. That little personal computer we all walk around with is a double-edged sword. We can look up anything, read emails and listen to messages without going home, find directions, listen to music, and take photos. We do not even need to think. Sadly, though, we are so connected we have forgotten the initial purpose of it was as a phone. It was supposed to be an upgrade to the home phone, presumably, so we could call people and answer their calls anytime, anywhere. Somehow, though, it has morphed into anything but a telephone; I fail to see why a smartphone is "smart." It certainly does not make the user any smarter.


Phone calls have been relegated to the same obsolete pile as letter-writing; sending birthday, thank you, sympathy, and special occasion cards; having a conversation without the ubiquitous "smartphone" in our hands; telling stories without showing photos or FaceBook posts; and reading books (especially reading to our kids). 


Nearly 8 billion people on the planet; we talk to fewer every day. Sad.

Saturday, September 14, 2024

Not enough time


When I was a girl I didn’t understand the concept of time. I was immortal and invincible. I used my time to escape from the reality of my childhood. I had too much time on my hands. Time was a foreign concept.

When I was a young woman I thought I had all the time in the world. Time to be silly and get drunk. Time to try new things, time to waste on pointless relationships. Time to find the man meant for me…eventually, that is. But first I had unlimited time to play, discover, and experiment. Or so I thought. 

When I became a wife and a mom, I had no time to chase after dreams or goals. I selfishly hoarded any free time I had, as if moms have such a thing. I put aside time to pray, figuring I would get to it when I was older and not so busy. I spent all my time on children and marriages and work. I looked forward to all the time I would gain when the children were grown and I was retired. Time to learn things like playing piano and learning a new language. Time to make amends to the people I hurt. Time to teach my children about Jesus. Time to lose weight and get fit. Time to get in touch with friends. Time to understand who I was. 

Now I am retired. My kids are grown. They have kids of their own...but they don’t have an excess of time. They think I have a lot of free time. I spend my time mourning wasted time, lost time. I try to get my children to carve out time for me. I want meaningful time with my spouse. I squeeze too many things into small increments of time. I’m trying to learn Mandarin Chinese. I bought a keyboard and am making time to teach myself piano. I spend a lot of time making things for the ones I love. I spend time with God. I volunteer my time to help children learn to read. Time is so precious now. It is moving too quickly. 

I spend too much time on regrets. I wander through the days, months, and years, searching for a moment in time. Searching for a glimmer of recognition in another person’s eyes, hoping our eyes would meet and I would be immediately understood. I watch the march of time across my face, body, skin, and mind. Time is honest. Unkind, true, but time tells the truth. 

I have so little time now. I’m obsessed with opening a window, even simply parting the curtains to allow those in my life a brief yet meaningful glimpse into my life. To leave some remnants of myself, a short time here on earth, for others to see, learn from, and add to. I think about how, or if, time will be measured when I die. Or is time merely some ethereal wisp, abstract and impossible to grasp? 

Do you know what is so unfair? We spend our whole lives learning and living, and when we have gained wisdom and insight and can see things more clearly, we are running out of time. 



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