{"id":1188,"date":"2004-05-05T21:43:34","date_gmt":"2004-05-05T21:43:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ubuntu.my\/wp30\/archives\/2004\/05\/05\/communication_moodiness.html"},"modified":"2004-05-05T21:43:34","modified_gmt":"2004-05-05T21:43:34","slug":"communication_moodiness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/archives\/2004\/05\/05\/communication_moodiness.html","title":{"rendered":"communication moodiness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was IMing with a friend this morning when he sent me the following message:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>you make these announcements every once in a while&#8211;&#8220;I deleted all my email!&#8221; &#8220;I threw away your contact information!&#8221; &#8220;I stopped reading your blog!&#8221;&#8211;in such a way as to prove that you are an incredibly wired person who really enjoys messing with the wired world.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>At first, i was like hrmfpt!  And then i pouted.  All because i knew that there was a grain of truth to that.  It made me think through a bit of my own behavior.  I&#8217;ve always loved inserting uncertainty into my wired life.  When i first got a pager, i made it very clear both through my behavior and my statements that i was not on beck and call.  I leave my mobile on vibrate purposely to ignore any calls that might come through when my purse is across the room.  I have email auto-check turned off so that i have to manually ask for more email.  I like the fact that my spam filter keeps messing up.  I love the fact that if you IM me, it might go to my phone or it might go to my computer and i might or might not get it.<\/p>\n<p>I have information control issues.  Worse, i have information overload guilt issues.  After opening up my RSS reader to 1600 unread blogs, i just deleted them.  I couldn&#8217;t deal with the overhead of knowing that i&#8217;d never get through all of them.  I refuse to check my voice mail because it tells me that there are 14 messages; that&#8217;s just far too many.  I stopped reading messages that went via YASNS 6 months ago because Orkut overloaded me.<\/p>\n<p>People often ask me what the best way to contact me is.  Inside, i laugh.  I don&#8217;t really want to be easily reachable always.  I have communication mood swings.  One of my favorite bad habits that most of my friends despise is that i become unwilling to deal with the phone.  Thus, when people call me, i answer and hand the phone over to whoever is with me to talk.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s weird.  I&#8217;m obsessively accountable to certain people.  But when i don&#8217;t feel the internal requirement\/responsibility to be accountable to someone, i swing to the opposite end of the spectrum.  It&#8217;s not really flakiness because if i promise that i will respond, i will.  It&#8217;s a peculiar lack of willingness to have my energy controlled externally when it doesn&#8217;t have to be that way.<\/p>\n<p>I used to beg forgiveness and vow that i&#8217;d get better about communications.  I stopped three years ago when a friend pointed out that i promised the improvement every six months and continued to get worse.  He was right.  So i stopped thinking that i&#8217;d improve and accepted the fact that i wouldn&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>Reflecting on my communication quirks makes me realize how much i identify with my cat.  [Self-reflective moment brought on by Day 3 of extreme jetlag combined with terrible cold.]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was IMing with a friend this morning when he sent me the following message: you make these announcements every once in a while&#8211;&#8220;I deleted all my email!&#8221; &#8220;I threw away your contact information!&#8221; &#8220;I stopped reading your blog!&#8221;&#8211;in such a way as to prove that you are an incredibly wired person who really enjoys [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1188","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1188","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1188"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1188\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1188"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1188"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1188"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}