I’m having trouble thinking of a good title to get my meaning across, hopefully something better will occur to me before I post.
Anyway. I admit I am way on the introvert side when it comes to interpersonal relationships. I have family, and a couple really close friends that I am up to being with almost any time, but otherwise I prefer to keep my friendships, well, more casual? Less intimate? More distant? Again, I’m failing to find exactly the right word, sorry. I’m not talking about physical closeness or emotional intimacy (such as what subjects we can talk about or what details we can share), more like, well, how OFTEN I want to engage with them.
Like I have friends, people I’ve known and kept in light contact with since college, that I may see/talk to only once or twice a year, and that’s fine with me. Another friend and I have a standing date to have lunch the first Tuesday of the month to chat and catch up. Again, that’s fine with me. If you will, it ‘satisfies’ my appetite for how much interaction I want with that person, and seems to suit her well, too.
Of course, I’m talking about ordinary times. If some crisis arises either of us will contact the other as often as needed, and help out the usual ways, and that’s fine, too. It’s more along the lines of, I don’t need to know what you (casual friend of mine) ate for dinner last night, or what you said to the woman you met while walking your dog, or how many birds came to your new bird feeder. It’s okay if stuff like this comes up while we are talking, it’s just that I don’t need to be kept apprised of it on an on-going daily basis. I only have room in my head for just so much basically meaningless life trivia, you know?
Last fall I made friends with a new woman who joined a group I socialize with. Understand, she’s a perfectly nice human being, we have some shared interests, and I quite enjoyed talking with her … sometimes. Like some chitchat during the refreshment breaks at our club meeting. Or a minute or two friendly exchange if we ran into each other at a store or something.
But she seems to be, well, hungry for interaction on a scale way different than me. As in, invitations to come to dinner or watch a movie or socialize in various ways at least once a week, continuing even though I almost always made excuses for why I couldn’t. Running up and sometimes literally hanging onto to my arm when we met unplanned while I was running errands. Once she spotted my husband and I in line at a movie theater and rushed over to join us, looking all happy and delighted, and seemed to automatically assume that since she and I knew each other, of course she would sit beside us in the theater, tried to chat with me repeatedly through the movie itself (something I abhor, and she kept doing it even after I finally resorted to “shushing” her each time), then tried to get us to go out with her for a coffee or drink or something after the movie. She knows my phone number (got it from the membership list of that club, I guess, I never gave it to her) and would call me multiple times each week ‘oh, I just wanted to chat.’
And now, with the lock down, she calls me several times a day! Because we’re both ‘stuck at home’ (Hey, I like my home.), and how ‘we’re both bored out of our minds’ (I have NEVER been bored while I’m alone, just with the wrong company), and ‘isn’t it great to have someone to talk to’ (If it’s the right person, yes.) And it’s driving me nuts.
Like I said, she’s a perfectly fine person, she’s not weird or crazy or a conspiracy nut or anything. She just wants to rattle on about every thing that happens and every thought that comes into her head and I JUST DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT. <pant, pant>
I’ve tried hinting. I’ve tried letting the phone calls go to the answering service, and not returning any. I’ve tried telling her I’m actually delighted to have time to tackle some time-consuming projects I’ve never been able to get around to before and how I don’t want my writing sessions interrupted. No effect. It’s like she simply can’t wrap her mind around the idea that some people just aren’t up for endless chitchat all the time.
I’m about at the point of screaming “LEAVE ME ALONE” and slamming down the phone next time.
Which would be horribly wrong, and objectively she’s done nothing to deserve it…but I now cringe and get automatically upset whenever the telephone rings.