When I was growing up I rarely got to talk on the phone with my friends for any real length of time (or in private for that matter) but I loved it. We lived 30kms out of town and I only ever had one or two friends that lived nearby so staying connected with my “town friends” required serious girlie gossipy talk time. I’m going to sound old here but this was before cordless phones, mobiles, texting and skype.
I know, the horror.
Soon we’d discovered Messenger and chatting got a lot easier but we had dial up and that part was painful. I was always a sucker for a phone call, swirling on the office chair and twirling my finger around the phone cord. Hearing the tone of someone’s empathy or excitement will always win over a short three line email for me. Although I’ve found things have changed it seems for everyone else.
I’m the one that calls randomly after 8pm just as you’re settling in to watch your favourite TV show. I just call to see how you’re doing and what you’re up to. A chat with no real reason or intention for the call other than to check in and touch base. Those calls can last hours. Slowly everything you’ve been holding close to your chest falls away as if the physical distance lessens the awkwardness of the same conversation occurring in person.
Calling friends is like therapy.
Phone calls like that these days are few and far between for a multitude of reasons. When I receive one out of the blue it’s almost as if they’ve delivered fresh flowers straight to my door, that’s how special it feels. People have good days and people have bad days and beside the odd facebook brag/rant people tend not to talk about anything other than the causal “fine” things going on in their lives.
I love socialising online but I’m craving more personal interactions that are longer than 140 characters. To hear someone’s snort or high pitched laugh when telling them something funny instead of reading “lol”. To hear the thump in their throat as they try to summon the strength to share their secret, a whisper of something far from mediocre. Talking in the dark, curled up in the closest spot to the powerpoint and sharing dreams.
Are you a talker or a texter?