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I’ve been alone for too long right now: a tirade about e-mail, communication, and human interaction

After a week of being surrounded by exceptional people, I have succumbed to yet another bout of isolation and a tiny bit of sadness.

While I was in an environment of positivity, I have come to realize that those surroundings aren’t sustainable. I tried to emulate the same attitude. I tried to continue to promote positive change. I e-mailed everyone I was supposed to. I followed up with every single person, individually. I have not heard back from anyone and it’s been a week. It’s so frustrating when you’re trying to make a difference and you’re bogged down in people who won’t take the two minutes to respond to your e-mail.

E-mail and the internet have been my only forms of social interaction lately. It’s been a passive form of socialization, but I live far away from most of my friends, and I need to be focused and studying for my exam. However, I’m just getting depressed and I am not enjoying the present company of my very (and increasingly) conservative family who also do not subscribe to fostering a positive environment.

I’ve become dependent on e-mail for friendships. It’s the one of  reasons why I got rid of Facebook; I didn’t want to rely on technology to continue my friendships. However, these e-mails have come to be the bright spot in my usually monotonous day. And so many of my friends are really, really shitty at responding. I had been e-mailing one of my freelancer friends (hem hem unemployed). Although I was chaotically busy at the time, I still took the time to make a response and when I saw something that reminded me of him, I sent an additional e-mail, unprompted. When he still didn’t respond days later so I called him out. He replied in a snippy, condescending manner, suggesting that I had gotten too used to instant gratification and I needed to be patient with him. It’s now been over a week, and I still haven’t heard a response. If I ask him again, it will be the third time I ask him to continue our correspondence. As much as I crave the interaction, my dignity is not worth that much.

The people I love are busy. They always have been. I have come to realize that people won’t often make time for me. It’s a simple fact. It’s why I have a difficult time, a very difficult time, saying no when people ask me to hang out. It’s because I am not a person who is thought of. This is not a “woe is me” realization, but just a point of fact. I jump at those brief moments of interaction because I do spend most of my time alone. I am perfectly fine with this, though. I am very comfortable with myself and I really enjoy my own company.

While I have learned to love myself and relish my own existence, I still need that other human element. But this is really difficult for me. Through this past year I have learned to lower my expectations. It’s been one of the most important and most difficult lessons I’ve learned and I still haven’t mastered it. It has been a struggle because it seems to contradict the altruistic values that I desire. By refusing to have expectations for others, to me, seems like I view them so low, I refuse to even set a minimal goal for them. I hate that feeling, but I know without these boundaries, I will never be disappointed.

It’s the kind of attitude I need to continue to adopt more fully. When my ex texted me the other day, not completely out of the blue, but a little bit randomly, claiming he would e-mail me in the near future, all I could tell myself was that he would not e-mail me. He still hasn’t, and I am going to continue that mindset. This is an example of where the boundary is working, because now this guy isn’t going to have the opportunity to mindfuck me.

Even so, I hate that I spend the time attempting to write out these e-mails and scarcely getting a response. Although I am supposed to have no expectations, it still hurts my feelings. I have even extended beyond my normal scope and I have attempted to start dialogues with people outside of my normal social sphere. 

I know that this isn’t the most personal kind of interaction, but for me, this is the closet personal boundary I can handle right now. I would ideally love to make phone calls and develop more personal interaction with individuals, but I have come to realize I can’t. The phone is too personal for me and I get too attached. It’s strange, but I feel this comfort with the screen. Maybe it’s because even though I know the people I am writing to, I still feel strangely anonymous. It makes me feel safe and less judged. I also enjoy the fact that through e-mail, as opposed to phone calls or even instant messaging, you have to actually think before you compose your words; you have to have something to say. At times, I struggle to find words and I grasp for conversation. While I am quite comfortable in silence, I hate feeling forced to fill that gap. Dead air in phone calls rarely works. Empty space in instant messaging feels rude. Through e-mails, I feel like I can successfully interact while following social norms, while still maintaining my boundaries.

Ultimately it doesn’t take very long to let a person know their thoughts and actions have been reciprocated. But rarely to people actually do this.

I know I need to get out more, but again, none of the people I e-mailed about volunteering have e-mailed me back. It’s all a conundrum.

Not only do we talk and write and create art and mathematcial systems and act as if we shared them: we really do share them, sometimes. Sometimes we undersand each other. That is, we are often successful in exchanging ideas, emotions, and purposes using not only words but a fantastically rich set of symbolic devices…Even madmen go on, for the most part, talking and painting and singing; those who recover usually report that even in the depths of madness the process of inferring other people’s conditions through symbolic clues goes on at a great pace.
Wayne C. Booth, Modern Dogma and the Rhetoric of Assent

Don’t try to tell me that you care about me via facebook

If you have something important to say, spill it in a love letter. Spew it when you come to my door unexpectedly in the middle of the night when I’m dressed in yoga pants and a large v-neck t-shirt. Call me on the phone when you first wake up in the morning, without care for proper protocol.  All because you have to see me. Because what is on your mind is so urgent you have to tell it to my face or whisper it carefully in my ear.

Demand my respect with up close and personal interactions. Let me see your emotions scrawled on  your face. Lend me the ability to  stare at your honesty directly. Sarcastically breathe on my eyelids. Let me hear your words, complete with your musical tones. Let our discussion be a performance.

Make me cry in a coffeehouse. Yell at me drunkenly on the streets. Murmur me rumors in a too-small stall in the restroom. Tell me everything when my head is resting on  your pillow.  Just don’t avoid my eyes.

Please don’t make me assume importance through the passive messages of social media. Don’t let me guess your inflections. Please don’t scribble off random musings in a thoughtless note decorated with red lines of misspellings.

Because if you really cared about me, you would use your voice. You would print out your thoughts by hand. You would take time and manual labor to build each sentence.

If you decide you need to hurl an unimportant message through these channels I will ignore it. If you decide to throw an important message through this system, I will still  ignore it. It won’t be because I don’t love you. It will be because I assume you don’t love me enough to work for my affection.  I will assume that your typed words are unimportant symbols.

Let me know you love me through your meticulously crafted words. Don’t be lazy with your syntax. Pour your adoration into each ordered letter. Direct each swirl of a sentence  towards me. Forget about sending generic messages to the masses. Write for me; speak to me.

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