I never liked to talk to strangers on the phone. When my mom would ask me to do something simple like order pizza, I would push the task on somebody else. I was intensely shy as a child, often hiding under a blanket when my parent's friends would come over, so that's my excuse. I decided the task of talking on the phone was a task for adults, so I refused to do it as a small, corruptible child. I never managed to grow out of it. I will now call strangers when absolutely necessary, but I will make excuses to put it off - like my preceptor probably isn't working on a Friday afternoon, so I better wait and call on Monday. As I started living with my peers in college, and now in medical school, I found out that I'm not the only one.
Even my social friends will avoid talking to some whiney, acne-afflicted teen working the phones at the local Domino's. My college roommate, Anna-liisa, admitted that she didn't like phone interactions anymore than I did. Abby, my med school roommate, and I will exclusively order from Papa John's pizza because their online ordering allows the least stranger interaction as possible. Anna-liisa pointed out when I was home for spring break that it's our whole generation. We hate talking on the phone. You know that's got to be the main reason Paris Hilton and Lindsey Lohan have assistants. It's not all of us - when I was younger I could assign phone tasks to my less intimidated friend Brittany, and Mariam will always volunteer to call a retail store to explain their transgressions against her and to demand discounts. But even Brittany has recently pushed awkward phone conversations to me.
I wonder if the main culprit here is the internet. When we were finally old enough to talk to strangers, the web started to explode with information, eliminating the need to investigate by phone. That can't be the only problem here though because I am never hesitant to ask for what I want in a restaurant or from a sales person at the store. Maybe it's that my generation needs to be in control of what they are provided, and wants to eliminate the need to depend directly on another person to get their order right. I was forced to overcome most of my phone phobia when I started working at the testing company Kaplan. I had to call students when they were halfway through their test preparation classes to ask them if they were satisfied with their experience. I hated the task, and I had a feeling that many of the students I called, also part of my generation, hated the phone calls as much as I did. I could here some of their exasperation over the phone, with a tone of voice that implied you're taking me away from my very busy schedule of smoking pot and watching South Park. I think it will be telling if this trend continues into the next generation. As this series of tubes that is the internet gets bigger and bigger, hopefully the silly need to talk to strangers will be eliminated.
--By Farrah, who switched over to Apple during spring break... that's right, she's a "new soul in this very strange world"
7 comments:
It's so weird that you say that - I've recently become so uninterested in talking on the phone that I rarely answer it, even when it's someone I know really well like my closest friends.
I think I'm scared that whoever is calling is going to ask me to do somehting I don't want to do, or say something I don't want to hear. That's mean isn't it?
I love demanding discounts! I am a major consumer advocate - maybe I'm the next Ralph Nader?
I HATE the phone. Ask anyone who has ever tried to get a hold of me. I have had multiple people ask me why I even have a phone if I never answer it.
Recently I had a phone crisis. For an event I was helping to plan at school I had to call 15 high school athletic directors. I delayed this to the last possible minute, as every time I even thought about picking up the phone my social phobia caused my stomach to drop into my shoes. So finally when I did start calling the people on my list, everything turned out much worse than I expected. Many of the directors were very rude, and I was obviously interrupting their busy day of Sudoku and flirting with the cute new English teacher. Its like they could smell the nerd on me, and they didn't like it.
Sarah! what an accurate assessment of athletic directors. In my story below, Mr. Keefer was an athletic director and he hated me.
I didn't even bother reading your blog, because it just looked terrible, think of a better title next time.
Haha, I'm just playing with you guys.
Is this why we only texted each other for about the first three months?
Ugh, just reading this and thinking about having to talk on the phone is causing me to seize up in terror!
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