Have you ever heard someone complain about being in “IM hell” and think they’re really boasting about how popular they are? I admit it. When people whinge about such things I usually think “Boo hoo. You have so many friends. What a terrible life!”
To be clear that’s not what I’m doing now when I say that last night I was in IM hell. Such a thing is unusual for me. In general I might get one IM an evening, two if I’m lucky, but for some reason if people do decide to talk it comes like a flood. I don’t know why it happens that way. One can sit alone crickets chirping and tumbleweeds blowing, and then all at once several people from different parts of the grid want to have a conversation.
Ok… I’m not really complaining about “IM Hell” because I know if someone contacts me it shows they know I exist. However, I’m not good at handling multiple conversations, especially in a room full of people or, even worse, if I’m trying to DJ.
Here’s the irony. Even though I was bombarded in IM from people who were not in the room at the time, I sent my own IMs after I closed out those conversations! See, private messages aren’t a bad thing; it’s trying to keep up with more than one conversation that’s tricky.
On the plus side I think I handle multiple IMs better than a friend I used to know from the north of England. If he got more than one message he’d get so flustered. “They’re doing me head in!” he’d wail before logging out or faking a crash.