Can I call you?

It has come to my attention that most recently people have started complaining about having other people call them. It seems it’s a colossal mistake to be texting and abruptly calling that someone instead. I don’t understand what’s the fuss.

My passion and career are focused on writing but those who know me know that I like to talk and I usually grab any chance I get as if my life depended on it. And you know, as the only employee of the company you sometimes get annoyed talking to your self.

A mere phone call could resolve a lot of things instead of limitless messaging. Hey, I’m also a firm believer of leaving a paper trail, but I think you can accomplish that with a short and to the point message after said call.

Kid you not, I still have an address book! Photo by Yours Truly.

I like to hear how my dearest friends and family are doing. It’s not the same reading an “I'm OK” instead of listening, feeling, processing and understanding it. I don’t want your status update or what Facebook calls “What’s On Your Mind,” I want to listen to you, know you’re OK, or not OK and try to do something about it, or be there for you.

I have dear friends with whom I have phone dates, our conversations might not be as long and as frequently as we’d like because life always throws you a curve ball, but we make time to check-in to feel connected.

I’m not thrilled with the idea of having time pass me by without feeling, listening, talking and sharing with my loved ones. So, if it bothers you that I call you, deal with it because I’m going to keep ringing.

And if there’s anybody with whom I haven’t spoken and care to take a few minutes to gossip, remember, laugh, cry, make plans or enjoy a moment of silence together, I’m here for you.

Side dish: “Why Didn’t You Call Me?” by Macy Gray.