Actually, it’s the last of the three - the IM thing.
Lately, it seems if I don’t initiate a conversation, I don’t get IMs, except from my husband, but that doesn’t count. He has to talk to me.
I’m not doing this thread for sympathy or to guilt people into messaging me. Really. But I wonder why I generally don’t get random hellos from folks.
If you have a messaging program, are you reluctant to just zap a “howdy” to someone? Do you feel like you’re interrupting or presuming? Do you just not think of it? Do you not like to get random messages?
And of course, as I wrote this, I got an ICQ from a 19 y/o Russian who wanted to talk about sex… :rolleyes:
I don’t mind random messages. If I’m busy, I say so. If I have time to chat, I do. If I see a name on my list, I may zap a note off. If that person can’t talk, I can deal.
I guess I am hesitant to just barge in and say hello, but I’m like that in face-to-face conversations too. And I’m slowly getting over it here (hence my low post count). I don’t know why, exactly. If someone’s got their IM service on, it should mean they’re at least willing to start a conversation, or to tell you if they’re too busy to talk.
I do bust in on my best friend, but then, that’s what she’s there for! (And it goes both ways)
I’m always a little shy about IMing, and am in fact a little shy about asking if I may ask someone to my friends list.
Um, FCM (digs toe in dirt) – may I add you to my Yahoo friends list?
(Actually, I’ve been meaning to get in touch – despite my best efforts, I still haven’t made it to the Visionary Art Museum yet – any chance you’ve got an updoming weekend in Baltimore with nothing much planned?)/hijack
I used to be the same way, but on-line messaging actually helped me get over that.
The way I figure it, even if the person I message mocks me upon receiving my note, it’s no biggie - I can’t see or hear anything, and if I get no response, I just move on.
Meanwhile, I’ve become a scintillating conversationalist. No really! I have!
I don’t have Yahoo, alas. Just MSN and AIM and ICQ.
And while I’ll be in Balto this coming weekend, it’ll be to move the boat to Solomons. My sweetie got a job in Prince Frederick, MD, so he’s relocating to Solomons, which is where we want to be anyway! I still want to do the museum too, but it’ll have to wait, I fear. Maybe this summer?
I used to have one of those ICQ thingies, but every time I got on the computer, within 3 minutes, my wife’s sister would want to talk to me.
Now I love my sister-in-law, in a nice way of course, but I usually have other things to do when I sit down at the 'puter.
But if I ever get another one, (ICQ, that is, I’ve still got the SIL.) I’ll talk to you FCM. I can introduce you to my SIL. You’ll never want for companionship again.
There are a few brave Dopers who have conversed with me, but lately it seems I have to send the first message. I worry that I’m being pushy or annoying. Then I think, how is that possible? I am, after all, me!
Ummm, no thanks. I had some folks like that on my ICQ list, and it got to the point where I set it up that they couldn’t see me come on line. Especially the ones who had the same conversations over and over and over. You can only listen to someone’s personal tales of woe so many times before you lose all sympathy and compassion.
But I’d talk to you, Bumb with pleasure. Miss Moose tells me you’re all right!
What, that I seldom bite unless provoked? True – but you can never tell what’s going to provoke me.
That I’m a scintillating IMerationalist? True.
If anyone wants to IM me, just ID yourself as being a Doper and say hi.
FCM – I’m going to proceed with all possible avenues on the museum – which means the odds are damn good that I’ll still be looking for a companion in six months. (A current suitor says he’s interested, but we’ll see.) As far as IM – I’m on MSN also, under my real name. If you still have that email address, go ahead and contact me – otherwise email me at the yahoo address and I’ll give it to you again.
Hello, my name is Kallessa and I don’t know how to IM. It has been six years since I learned a new computer skill. I accept that I will always be, if not computer illiterate, at least behind the ball. I just take it one day at a time.
Yes, I am a member of CCA–Computer Confused Anonymous. Oh, I talk a good game–I read enough about technology and tune into Tech TV often enough to know the lingo, but it’s all a sham. I’d love to be on FCM’s list, or Bumbazine’s, or twickster’s, or Ms. Robyn’s, but . . . but I . . . <sob, wail> I don’t know how! <sob, sob, sniff, sniff> I don’t know how to burn a CD or download music. I’ve never played on a Playstation or even Nintendo. I don’t use a digital camera or photoshop my own photos. I pretend I use a Mac because of my natural superiority over Microsoft users, but really it’s because it’s easier! I don’t even own a cell phone! I’m doomed, so very doomed. And so alone.
Wow Kallessa, what a moving confession. I never woulda thunk it. You just seem so savvy.
I just IM with a few choice friends, I don’t talk to just anybody out there. But if I knew it was someone from the SDMB, I think I would be pleasantly surprised and happy to chat. I don’t think I would be one to initiate the contact though.
Just don’t forward any email crap to me, now that I can’t take. :mad:
No one ever IMs me either. It pisses me off. They talk and talk about how much they’ll miss me the last time I saw them face to face, and then half the time I don’t even get conversation if I initiate it. Forget them saying something.
I only have two people on my aol messenger (the one I use the most, sadly). They are my best friend and my boyfriend (I think, I’m not sure. That’s sad too). I have no problem im-ing people when they are on ( I have more on my yahoo), but none of my friends are ever online.
I used to have Buddy Lists N’ Such a mile long. However, a year or so ago, I realized that I was the one that initiated every conversation. So, I started waiting for people to IM and trimming my Buddy Lists accordingly, and now I’m down to about 10 people. I do still IM now, but I don’t want to talk to people who don’t want to talk to me, I guess.
