I lost all of my phone contacts last week.
I restarted my phone and re-synced it and attempted to re-back it up and slammed it against a wall and shook it a bunch of times and screamed at the computer while reading countless useless Apple support answers written in broken English and etc etc etc
alas — very (un)surprisingly, my (complete lack of) technical prowess and
half-assed ardent attempts at data recovery were no match for the infuriating specimen that is a malfunctioning iPhone.
And thus began the ohsoenjoyable/never-ending/futile process of re-entering every contact into my phone based upon past conversations — most of which I barely remember and some of which I desperately wish to forget (I'm talking to you, random awkward post-Tinder convo from over a year ago and strange drunken ramblings from much less than over a year ago...)
Then, about 10 or so contacts in, I came upon a conversation with a casual acquaintance of sorts, whose name I had never actually saved into my iPhone in the first place.
Even weirder? I consciously made the decision to leave it off again.
Which is when I realized that there were certain people I prefer to routinely see as a number, versus a name.
I couldn't really tell you.
Mind you — these aren't random Uber drivers or delivery men or quick, one-off, contacts .
These are legitimate people. People that I see frequently enough that they should, at the very least, warrant a title in my tawdry iPhone,
and yet . . .
10-digit numbers they remain.
So what is it?
is it an unwillingness to attribute a certain person significance?
or a reluctance to commit to a long-lasting relationship?
or maybe it's just enjoying that strange sense of mystery that comes along with a numerical text message from a seemingly unknown number?
(like when a new user would message me on AIM, and instead of assuming that it was (obviously) my best friend's 23rd-going-on-24th attempt at an artsy-but-not-too-artsy sounding screen name, I would assume that it was actually the cute guy in school who had somehow found my screenname and now wanted to ask me on a "date" / go awkwardly hold hands and think about maybe-but-probably-not kissing at the new Napoleon Dynamite movie).
Does anyone else do this,
or am I crazy?
Let me rephrase that:
I know I'm crazy,
but also — does anyone else do this?
Let me know!
Would love to commiserate over/bond about our mutual inability to abide by cultural norms!