Leave a message at the tone…*

*……and I’ll probably listen to it eventually and most likely won’t call you back.

I hate talking on the phone, and I have been trying to figure out why.  I’ve looked up reasons online and some of them come close to how I feel, but I still am not getting a good picture of what the psychological problem is.

I talked on the phone more in my teens and twenties than I do now, but still probably not as much as the typical teen girl/young woman.  Sometime in the past 20 years, I’ve developed a real aversion to it.

I love people and care about how they’re doing and think of them often.  But I still don’t want to call and chat.

I was a shy kid, but am no longer shy, so that’s not it.

You can live 2,000 miles away and when I see you, it’ll be like we were never apart, but it’s not because I’ve called you in the past two or ten years.

I am fully capable of making small talk in person and am queen of keeping conversations going (although it can be exhausting).  That doesn’t mean it’s my favorite thing to do and that I’m going to pick up the phone and choose to do that in my free time.

Speaking of free time, I work full-time, have a part-time job, and volunteer a lot, but I still do have time to myself that could be used to make phone calls, so that’s not it.

I don’t hate answering the phone at work.  I actually kind of like it.  This is because I’m good at greetings and then passing the call to the person for whom it’s intended.  Short and sweet.  I don’t really like making calls as much, but at work it’s always about work and so the business is tended to and then the call ends.

I think that’s part of it – on a personal call with no problem-solving on the agenda, there is no telling how long that call will last.  There will be small talk.  There very well could be awkward silences where someone is expected to come up with something and hasn’t yet.  Then you both might start to talk at the same time.  And then I’m absolutely going to forget what I was going to say, because it didn’t matter all that much in the first place.

Also, if I were to have an extended phone conversation, I would expect that to tide the other party over for a very long time.  I would not expect to have to talk to this same person at length again on the phone until approximately the time the next stage of their or their childrens’ lives started.  As in, graduation from high school, college, marriage, divorce, retirement.  If someone close to you dies, text or leave me a message and I will absolutely be at their funeral.  But please don’t make me talk on the phone.  phone talk

This brings me to what I would do for people, which includes traveling great distances, attending weddings and funerals, helping you move, donating a kidney, giving you money that I cannot spare, letting you live in my guest room or on my couch for as long as you need, cleaning your house, escorting you to the bathroom after surgery, and giving you the best bite of dessert.  But please, just don’t make me talk on the phone.

Obviously, the phone is a fine and useful invention.  Some information needs to be obtained or shared quickly and that is sometimes the best mode of communication.  I do make occasional phone calls.  Ones where there is little chance of getting stuck for more than three minutes.

I would still like to work on this thing that could be seen as a problem and become more comfortable with it.  I know feelings have been hurt and people think that I don’t like them anymore because I don’t call.  Maybe someday I will turn on the ringer on my phone and maybe when you call, I’ll pick it right up.  Just do me a favor and start out short and sweet.  I imagine if that first call is a marathon one, it’ll scare me back into my silent cave.

Feel free to leave me a message.  And get ready to receive a texted response.  If you don’t text (looking at you, some of my septua-octogenarian friends or those with limited data plans), then I will even hand-write a card and put a stamp on it and mail it to you.  Snail mail is still fun to get, right?

Texting is great.  Rapid-fire texting with 5-6 in a row before getting a response can be annoying.  I try not to do that to others because it bugs me so much.  Also, I won’t text continuously for an hour.  A few back and forths should do it.

And finally, there’s the Facetime/Skype option.  One online phone-despiser said that this works much better for her.  LORD, NO.  That’s worse than phoning!   Not only do you have to make conversation, you look hideous during it, which is incredibly distracting.  I have never had a flattering Facetime or Skype session.  I’ve ended them not remembering anything we discussed, but with some confidence-crushing indications that I’m getting older and could use an acid peel and a diet plan.

So if you’re reading this and you’re my friend and you’re feeling unloved, please know that I do care and I’m working through this particular mental problem.  I’ll consider moving it to the top of the list for you.

 

 

 

 

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Random Things I Have Learned

A while back, I was getting bored with the conversations my SO and I were having.  It was usually about work, same stories, different day, blah blah blah.  Instead of telling him I don’t want to hear about [whatever] again today/ever again, I proposed that we each learn a new thing every day and talk about that.

That lasted, like, a day.  Maybe two.  But it was good!  And although it’s hard to either fit in the time to research something new or if it’s just a brief bit of information, it might be hard to remember once conversation time comes around.  I’m so ADD that I could look up ten things and remember none of them specifically when asked to recite the info.

Also, I discovered that we are interested in different things and what he learned and was telling me about was a bit of a snooze.  But hey, it was new information!  Maybe next time will be a nugget of knowledge that I won’t want to live without.

Have I mentioned I love lists?  I love lists.  So I’m trying to make a list of the things that I learn that are interesting so when our conversation starts going stale, I can say “this is unrelated, but guess what I found out today”…….

Or I can just keep the knowledge for my own personal entertainment and not discuss it.  The point here is to learn something.  Be curious.  Take a moment to familiarize yourself with a new term, item, concept.  I am so happy to be able to Google things.  I was around before the internet and didn’t mind looking things up in an encyclopedia, but this makes it so much easier!  There’s really no excuse for not taking thirty seconds to read about something.

Here are a few things that I learned recently.

  • A homerun is also called a dinger.  And Big Al hits them.  You have to love this kid.  Sandlot, anyone?  I know this information was so yesterday, but I want his fifteen minutes to last a little longer.
  • The University of Maryland mascot is a terrapin named Testudo.  A terrapin is a turtle (I had learned this before and forgotten).  And they’re called the “Maryland Terps”.
  • Hummingbirds make a chirping noise.  I’m sure I’ve probably heard it before, but never bothered to connect the dots and realize that a hummingbird was making it (until this week when they were plentiful in the area).
  • Bas Jan Ader was a Dutch artist who seems to have died at sea in 1975. He was a conceptual artist, and if you can get through the video of his staged fall from a roof without fast-forwarding, you’re stronger than I.  I want to like his work, but it is not coming easily.
  • Trepanning is drilling a hole in the skull to relieve pressure or bleeding or to let demons out.  Fortunately, this was a medieval practice and used much less today, although modern physicians do still perform craniotomies, which is pretty much the same thing.  Hopefully more sterile.  And less about releasing malignant spirits into the atmosphere.

So there you go.  Take all of these random topics home and have a nice interesting discussion.  Your friend/partner/spouse/parent will likely believe you have lost your mind and gently recommend some medication.  OR these topics could lead down rabbit-trails of your own making (together) and you could while away the hours in enriching conversation.

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I insist that you go forth and have an enjoyable weekend.  Happy Friday the 14th.

 

 

Consider trying new things.

I was a shy kid.  I remember a time my favorite person (non-family) in the world was giving a presentation and asked me to help him out by saying one word into a microphone.  I couldn’t do it.  I would have absolutely, without hesitation, done almost anything else for him, but I couldn’t speak in front of a group, especially into a microphone.  Telling him no was extremely painful as well, so it wasn’t something I took lightly.

There were a few tortured incidents in high school where I had to give a speech.  I think at least one was even videotaped in class.  I somehow managed not to have to watch the playback.  They were very short and I lived through them.

I wasn’t particularly shy in front of my family and others that I knew well, but there was no way I was going to contribute to any kind of formal conversation, presentation, or meeting where all eyes were going to be on me.  One-on-one conversations, often with older adults, were usually a piece of cake.  I could make conversation, although sometimes if I was the one having to keep it going, it could (and still can!) tire me out mentally.

As a young adult, through life experiences and job experiences and probably just natural maturity, I was able to slowly start speaking at meetings, contributing occasional ideas or answering questions and the like.

As a somewhat older adult, I’ve led meetings.  Nothing high-pressure, but small club meetings and informal gatherings.  I’m not usually even slightly nervous any more.

Fast-forward to the past month or two.  I tried out for, and got a part in, a play in a local theater. My mom, who is also reserved, asked if we are even related.  Ha!  Obviously, given my history, I have not been in a play before, even as a child.  I just felt it was something I’d like to try, and it has been a GREAT experience!  🙂  I’m not the best one in the cast, but I’m not embarrassing myself, so I’ll take it.  There have been times when I have struggled with memorizing the lines (I have never memorized any written material prior to this) and facing forward and speaking up and all the nuances of stage acting that I’m trying to grasp.  I’m working on being more dramatic in my delivery, too, because IRL I can be crazy-loud and have no problem acting silly, but on the stage, I’m trying not to be ridiculous and yet trying to emote.  I have absolutely felt like giving up during the process, but am so glad I didn’t.  It would have been disappointing to myself and a real inconvenience for the director and cast to find someone else to take on the role without much time to rehearse.

The weird part is, when we go on stage, I’m not very nervous.  I am alert, for sure, because I don’t want to mess up my lines and I need to keep my concentration, but my stomach has been free of butterflies.  One deep breath before walking out there has been sufficient.

I’ve heard that people like Dana Carvey, Will Farrell and Audrey Hepburn are/were actually shy people.  I don’t really feel like I have any inner characters that are just dying to break out of me onto the stage or that my inner creativity is blossoming into this dramatic persona that has been in hiding.  I just know that it has been a fun and rewarding and strengthening experience and I highly recommend getting out of your comfort zone if you possibly can.  After all, we’re all just people that put our pants on one leg at a time, as the saying goes.  It’s not life or death if you do it and mess up or do it and don’t like it.

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PS:  My family has yet to see the show, so I MAY ACTUALLY DIE.  Still TBD.  I’m more nervous speaking in front of people I know than in front of strangers!

Creativity is not out of the question

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I’ve long lamented that I don’t have any creativity.  I also didn’t get a solid left brain set of skills, either – I’m kind of floating out there with no land in sight.  I cannot balance my checkbook the old-fashioned way, nor can I draw a puppy on your kid’s placemat at Applebee’s.  My sister is cool and can make things and decorate and wear vintage shoes and Jackie O sunglasses and twist her hair in a messy bun.  She can write poems and knit scarves and sew tote bags and cook the best pozole and hang a homemade curtain on a pipe with some brackets and make it look perfect for the room.  She seems to throw things together and it all works and looks great and is generally irritating for the rest of us.  I happen to know that she is modest and does not think her work is necessarily great and that she might try on seven outfits and then finally disgustedly settle on one and then confess that she didn’t wash her hair that day (which looks fabulous anyway; annoying) and maybe try and fail in making seven journals by hand that ended up flung out the door and strewn across the yard before she got the hang of it and proceeded to dazzle the world with her creative genius.  But that’s all behind the scenes.  We don’t witness the struggle, if there is one.

I listened to a podcast* this morning that talked about how successful creative people aren’t necessarily born with the skill.  Yay for the rest of us!  Things can very well be learned and developed even as an adult.  This was the good news.  The less-good news was that one usually has to pretty much hyper-focus on the activity to really become good at it.  This explains part of why I may not have cultivated any creativity.  Number one, I like to be good at something very quickly, if not sooner.  Number two, I am interested in SO MANY THINGS.  A person usually either develops their own interest in something and immerses themselves totally, or their parents choose an interest for them and make them practice and do the thing, and sometimes it sticks.  (Apparently Mozart’s dad really had a vision for his piano playing and made him practice several hours a day.)  So maybe if I can just focus on something more than the rest of all the things I want to learn to do, then I can become halfway decent at it.  I’m setting a low bar on purpose right now.

Also a bit of good news – a lot of what is made is a spin-off of what someone else has done already.  I had viewed this as lame.  I haven’t wanted to make anything unless nothing like it had ever been touched on in the history of the world.  I didn’t want to plagiarize someone else’s idea.  It appears that it’s ok to kind of do something similar to what’s out there already and just tweak it and make it your own.  I’ll think about it.

I have to also break myself of the rule-following/color-inside-the-lines thoughts I have.  I’m really one to follow directions – dance steps, recipes, how-to manuals…….. I’m into those.  What I need to do is try something that my brain feels is wild and crazy and know that it’s not “wrong”, but just “another way of doing it”.  And it’s ok to fail at it a few times.  Just try it.

*The podcast was on iTunes and I don’t see it listed on the website yet, but this is the link, and the title of the episode is “How to Unlock Your Creative Genius and the Fascinating Connection Between Health & Happiness”.  There were two topics, both interesting. Check out the link here.

“If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes.”  – Pablo Picasso

Listen up

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I need to work on my listening skills.  It takes intention and practice.  I come from a family of interrupters, so I don’t even know when I’m doing it.  We know how to communicate with each other and it works for us, but other people who are from families who don’t communicate like this find it rude, I’ve found.**

My sister and I, for example, know that when we have a conversation, we’re both usually so excited about being together and the topic and agreeing and sharing, etc, that we will interrupt each other constantly.  And it’s ok.  And also, we’re free to ask each other to repeat something because we totally weren’t listening.  Like blatantly, mind-elsewhere-didn’t-comprehend-a-word-you-said.  (Also common between us:  “Did you tell me _______, or did I dream it?”)

I’m reminded of my lack of mastery in this area when I’m talking to someone who intensely listens with constant eye contact and undivided attention.  Recently, my boss was doing something and I started to tell her about serious news that was happening in my personal life that day.  This extremely busy administrative officer whose mind is going a hundred miles an hour on a million different things, stopped what she was doing (writing) and looked at me to show that what I was saying was important to her.  Mad skillz.  It meant something to me that should would take a moment.  And I’ve seen her act that way with other people.

It may be useful to note that different people have different ways of concentrating and contemplating.  Just because someone is looking at something else doesn’t always mean they’re not listening; however, it doesn’t send a good message to the speaker.  It’s more polite, thoughtful and meaningful to pay obvious attention.

So, memo to myself – SHOW the person that I care and am really giving my full attention by serious eye contact and by not interrupting (too often!), and if possible, stopping whatever else I’m doing.  Unless I’m driving.  If I stop that, I’ll be sure to pull over and park first.

In the meantime, while I’m still working on this, know that I do care about what you’re saying.  Actually, what you’re saying could be super boring and hardly worth noting, but if it’s important to you, I will care because it matters to you.

**My grandmother does get credit for trying to straighten us out by saying “DON’T INTERRUPT ME, DAMMIT”, in her Boston accent.  Somehow the lesson didn’t take, but it’s never too late to work on it and make improvements.

~~”I remind myself every morning: Nothing I say this day will teach me anything.  So if I’m going to learn, I must do it by listening.”  – Larry King

 

It’s not me, it’s you

I’ve found it’s better not to blame other people for things.  Either straight up IT’S TOTALLY HIS/HER FAULT, or the more subtle, quieter ways of transferring blame.

I’ve also tried to take blame when it wasn’t my fault, and I don’t recommend that, either.  I figured I could handle the repercussions better than the other person.  A friend advised that I never do that again, especially in the workplace.  I didn’t lie about it, but probably implied that whatever it was had been on me.  Grown people need to accept responsibility for their own situations, but sometimes it’s hard not to try to protect them, especially when it’s your nature to do so.

I wasn’t always that way, though.  I’m not sure exactly when I realized blaming others was a crummy thing to do, but in about third or fourth grade, I was apparently a blamer.  I was sitting next to a boy in class and bothering him on purpose….throwing bits of paper or tapping him or whatever, and he lashed out.  Of course I was doing this quietly and his outburst brought the teacher over.  And I was all

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And he got in serious trouble*.  And I let it happen.  Horrible.

In the decades since,  I’ve come to realize that whatever the consequences, I cannot in good conscience blame someone else, especially if I had anything to do with the incident.  I haven’t even forgiven 9-year-old me for throwing my buddy under the bus, so I’m not going to add more shameful memories to the catalog.

This is infinitely harder when in a disagreement with a significant other.  I am still trying not to use the response of “oh yeah?  well, YOU ___________________”.  This happens naturally and is very hard to stop.  It doesn’t even seem like blame to me at the time, but more of a tool to win an argument in the heat of battle.  Still, it’s pretty weak and immature and no doubt unfair.

Nothing happened recently to bring this to mind – I just was reading something or reminiscing about my stint as a Terrible Child (this was the era before Irritable Teenager).  I also keep a list of topics that make life better for me, and this was one of the bullet points.

So, Nathan Saul, wherever you are, please accept my heartfelt apologies and I’ll totally stay inside for recess and write lines.

*This was the ’80’s, so it may have even been physical punishment.

“What can everyone do?  Praise and blame. This is human virtue, this is human madness.”   ~Friedrich Nietzsche

Take the Long Way Home

I am so, so guilty of being in a hurry and not observing things around me. Velociraptors could be giving chase next to my car on the way home from work and I wouldn’t notice. I get lost in thought and lost in financial woes or daydreams or making a mental list of all the people I’ve known in my life named Charles or no telling what. It takes conscious effort oftentimes to enjoy the moment. I hear that meditation is good for this, but I haven’t made that a habit, obviously. I intend to give it a try and then forget before I get started.

I rarely have an afternoon with no purpose assigned to it, but a couple of weekends ago, my Friend that is a Boy and I decided on the spur of the moment to visit a nearby small town that I hadn’t been to since I was a kid. (Not much has changed, which was nice.) This aimless wander was a rarity, and to add to the spontaneity, I took a road on the way back home that I had never known about. I didn’t use any map site or app, but just took it for fun. I knew the general direction I was going and anticipated where it would end up.

This turned out to be very relaxing and we saw some nice scenery. The road came out where I expected, but it took at least twice as long as the highway would have. This was so simple and you may be thinking who cares, but it made a lasting impression. It was good for the mind, the eyes, the nerves, and for building confidence in knowing you can find your way. Having a Smartphone in case you were wrong about that last bit doesn’t hurt.

Something I heard or read years ago that has stuck in my mind is that one should take a different route to or from work on occasion to help keep your mind fresh. The different path is good for creativity and mental clarity and actual physical brain health. Plus, you might come across a new friend like I did that day. I may go back to visit him sometime.

Gimme those ears.