It’s Just Justin

Is This Hipocritical?

I am one of those people who always calls other people, but I am rarely called upon, of course unless someone needs something…

One person I have called, historically, several times a day is Landon. I always got his voicemail and I hated it. So recently I decided that I would not call him, or several other people, to see if they ever called me.

Landon: hey

me: hi

Landon: how are you? you disappeared!

me: how so?

i stopped calling people that is all

Landon: that’s as good as disappeared, and not nice

me: i am tired of hearing ppl’s voicemail messages

Landon: ok, then I won’t leave you any more

me: i haven’t gotten any

Landon: you used to be mad because I wouldn’t leave them

I called you Tuesday

me: voicemail messages being “hey, can’t answer the phone, leave me a a message”

or worse “the person you are calling, area code 707-690-6890, is unavailable, leave your message after the tone”

Landon: why is it that you expect everyone else to be available exactly when you call them, when you know that’s not practical because you’re not always available when people call you?

Unless poeple are calling me between the hours of 4:00am and 12:00pm, I am available. I am available for call sixteen hours a day. Furthermore, I don’t have any voicemessages or missed calls from pretty much anyone. I am not calling pretty much anyone from now until I leave here, continuing and expanding my experiment. The idea is that no one cares to talk to me. Fair enough. But don’t make it my fault that we don’t talk. Don’t say that since I stopped calling, that I disappeared. It is as much your part in the game of socializing to call me.

I mean, is it so wrong as to expect from others what they expect from you?

Now, this is not a rant against people who I call and they call me back. Jenny always calls me back, my dad… well, he tries. Even Seth is calling me these days, without me calling him first. When I receive three friendly calls from Seth in a single day and not a call from Landon for a week, that is a sad state of events.

I remember my freshman year of college. Between me coming out, being anorexic and not calling my parents each day, said parents were going to send me back to Texas and make me finish out my education there. They expected me to call them at least a few times a week, nevermind that they never called me. I could prove it too. My university phone line came with a monthly report of incoming and outgoing calls, as did both of my cellphone plans. They never called me as much as I never called them.

It seems I am being chastised for not being the social butterfly telecommunically that I typically am. Moreover, I am moving and you would think that friends who know they might never see you again, would want to hang out. I get promises from friends daily, yeah, I’ll call you when I’m out of class or work or dr appointment or whatever, and we will hang out… but no calls. They will be mad at me, as history proved when I moved from Columbia here, if they don’t see me before I leave, but I have more things on my plate than worrying how I am going to visit the 247 people I met since moving to California.