If you’re an extreme introvert like me, a phone call isn’t
always just a phone call. In fact, getting one can be as stress-inducing as having
your door kicked in on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Like many introverts, it took me most of my life to accept
who I am. Society can seem packed with extroverted personalities who make us
feel like oddballs – often without even meaning to. That's faded over the years. It’s not a rule, but
generally the older one gets, the less concerned one is about fitting in –
which means a greater willingness to accept yourself for who you are.
The phone is the epic pinnacle of extrovert society. It’s a device
that can reach into your home at any time, demanding your attention and most
often getting it. Through this channel, friends, casual acquaintances,
strangers and even solicitors can enter your social bubble and use up some of
your own precious time.
Perhaps for people with extroverted tendencies, a ringing
phone is a happy thing. Something that makes one perk up in anticipation. I
wouldn’t know. I’m an introvert, and for me it has always sounded more like a dog
whistle.
As big a part as the phone is in American society, I can’t
wait for it to be dead and buried. It’s the worst of all worlds for an
introvert. It’s not just that it can demand one’s attention at any time - a lot
of things in our society do that.
And many people think nothing of picking up the phone and
talking for an hour or more. I can’t count the number of times that I’ve
collapsed in mental exhaustion on the couch after an hour-long phone call with
a more extroverted friend or family member.
I lived through the tail end of the telephone’s golden age
and was happy to say goodbye to it. In this day of e-mail and texts, I can
conduct 95 percent of my personal and business affairs – the non-face to face
interactions – by other means. I have a Samsung Galaxy S4 that I use for
everything you can imagine - except to call people. My calling plan is
secondary at best. The only time I use the ‘phone feature’ is when I have no
choice but to call someone – or when someone calls me.
If we’re lucky – and by we, I mean introverts - in a few
more years phone calls will be as rare as handwritten letters are today.