Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Call me. On the line call me, call me anytime.

I don't remember the last time I spent more than an hour on a telephone just talking to someone, it's all text messaging now. Not that I'm opposed to the text message, I tried to avoid it as much as possible in my early cellphone days, now it has just become part of daily life. The only people who call me are my mom, my dad, my brother, and my friend Haley. Haley I'm pretty sure will never resort to text messaging and I applaud her for that, it's good to actually get a phone call and hearing the other person's voice from time to time.

There are times I miss talking on the phone, I used to do it so much, now I'm lucky if I get a phone call from someone who is not listed above. The other day I got a phone call from a friend who normally texts me and it caught me by surprise. The conversation was pretty spare with conversation, I don't know if I was too caught by surprise to say anything, or we just hadn't practised talking on the telephone that made it awkward. When we hung up, i had a feeling of regret of not talking more to this person, it probably meant more to me that she called than it did her.

I'm probably a little obsessed with conversation, it's the best way to find something out about someone, and the best way to share something with them as well. I've written a few small plays, all of them involve mostly two people talking, nothing much happens, but they talk. I find when I do try to write something, it starts off with a conversation. "My Dinner with Andre" is one of my favorite movies, as are "Before Sunrise" and "Before Sunset", if you watch those films you'll know what I'm talking about.

I can remember the best conversation I had with someone, it was at least a two hour conversation over the phone, we were up past midnight talking. I can't for the life of me remember what the conversation was about, I only remember the way I felt talking to this particular person, I haven't felt like that since. It was a comfort just listening to this person's voice, and understanding them and sharing our experiences together. Maybe we talked about nothing that night, I don't remember, but there was a closeness to it that can't be denied. Since then I've been trying to get that feeling back anyway I can, but of course this conversation happened when I was young, I wasn't doing much with my life, I was still just trying to figure things out. Today we all seem so busy, and when I'm with people, we're all so busy trying to have a good time, we don't seem to sit and talk intimately. That's really what I miss, feeling that connection with someone, where it's just me and them, I haven't really felt that in a long time.