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August 29, 2004

Wrong numbers and mobile phones

"Err hello, I'm phoning about the BMW for sale" came a voice from my phone that was displaying a number that was not in my phonebook. Of course answering your mobile phone was not like answering your home phone. You had to actually give out your prized number, and in the process you logged the recipients number into your address book. I had not gone further like some others, assigning a different tone to a different number. That would be far too painful. I mean hearing the classical tone would send a shiver down your spine whilst in the pub with your friends, mum, don't call me there.
But suspicion always turns to intrigue. There's nothing worse than answering your phone than not answering your phone. "No I think you have got the wrong number, I'm not selling a BMW" I replied. "You mean you are not selling a BMW?" came the surprised voice. "I can't sell and BMW when I own a Alfa Romeo" was my response, my sarcasm trying to counter his disbelieving voice. "This is 0798 bla bla isnt it?". He countered. I'm not trying to hide my real telephone number, it's just it could have been bla bla for all I know, his Scottish accent was as thick as it was fast. "Yes" I replied, "If it wasn’t then I would not have answered the phone". Quite clearly this conversation was going nowhere. Why would I lie about selling a car that I did not own. I guessed his persistence was as much to cover his pride. We all hate to dial a wrong number, it's just normal people normally say "sorry, I've got the wrong number and that’s that".
Mobile Phones
"It has been twenty minutes, they have not texted back, something must be wrong...". Like it or not we are controlled by our mobiles, it acts as a voluntary tracking device. We feel lost if we go anywhere without our phone, it's like leaving our keys at home. What happens if we don't want to be interrupted? Simple. Don’t answer it. Wrong! By not answering the phone it makes the caller think. ‘Have they been kidnapped?’ Maybe they are in trouble? But there are greater concerns. ‘Are they not answering the phone on purpose?’. God forbid. Back in the simple old days you looked in the phone book for your friend’s number, only to realise their parents were ex-directory. So after getting your friend to write it down on a scrap piece of paper you would call, only to get their parents, and shyly say you didn’t want to leave a message.
Texting has introduced a multitude of new dimensions in the social context. Met someone the night before but to afraid to call? Simple. Text them. If they don’t text back it was confirmation that they were indeed drunk and never had any intention whatsoever of seeing you again. Easy. Want to get rid of someone without the pain of a phone call? Easy. Just never text them again. They will soon get the message. Or maybe not in this case. Your friends want you to go out but you really don’t want to? Even easier. Six words later and without even having to pick up the phone you are out of it. Texting has made things easier, but there are complications. Unfortunately text cannot portray the tone of your voice, be slightly tongue in cheek and the reciepent will think they never want to see you again. Take that extra ten minutes to reply and they will think you are not interested in them. Reply five minutes too soon and they will think you are too keen. And then come the all important who texts last factor? Who ends the text conversation? If you simply don’t reply is that rude?
Email
Whilst going through you hundred best jokes book you laugh out loud. In fact you laugh so much that you feel like sharing your joy with others you know. So you sit down and start to write down the joke onto a piece of paper. There are ten friends that you want to forward to, so you write out ten letters, buy ten stamps and go to the nearest post box. Of course not. It simply never happened. Until email. Why did you not feel like sharing this joke before. Simple. It was too much effort. It can take twenty seconds to forward an email that you did not find, one that simply turned up in your inbox. You don’t even have to look up addresses. The computer has already stored them for you. And the result of all this? We have stopped talking, we have stopped thinking. You could argue people talk more because of the mobile phone – because you can get anyone at anytime of the day in any place. But there is always a reason to cut the conversation short. Whether it be bad signal, cross network charges, the bus is going, the boss is coming, the mother is coming, or “I’ll text you later”.

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1 Comments:

  • At 7:42 am, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    please i want some friends
    i am egyptian
    call me any time if u can and give my mobile no. to any one
    abdelmoniem shawki
    00966508322180

     

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