kitten
7-12-11, 12:50pm
I'd love your advice - I have a job (in radio) where I get a lot of email from people. I get letters from people of all ages and both genders. Often the question or comment is about the music we play or some other aspect of the program, and I can address it quickly and politely and we're all good. No further contact, and I can get back to work.
Other people write me addictively, and it's really starting to get me down. I know I'm not handling this correctly, so I would like some advice about it.
I'm a youngish female and I sound friendly and relatable on the air (it's why I was hired). My avid correspondents have a few characteristics in common. They tend to be older gentlemen, and they're lonely. Often they'll just blurt it out. "I'm lonely since my kids left and my dog died. The fireplace gives me comfort, but it's summer so I can't use it right now. The only thing that helps is listening to your voice."
Sad and creepy, right? Multiply that letter by a hundred. I've been dealing with this stuff ever since I started my current job. I tend to start my jobs wanting to communicate with the audience as soon as possible. To the extent I can, I want to follow up somehow on whatever it is my on-air persona seems to be promising. It's part of marketing, it's good for the station. I want to be nice to our "fans."
But I realized (quite late I guess, and much later than most people in this biz) that you can't deliver what your persona seems to be promising. These lonely old guys seem to feel that because they can hear my voice, I'm already in their lives. And that's how they communicate - like they've known me forever.
They feel I need to know intimate details of their lives, that I should be available for real-time back-and-forth emailing every day hour after hour, that I should attend their art openings, Marxist meetings and nudist camp events, that I should meet their wives, that I should meet their daughters, that I should enjoy receiving pictures of naked women from them (one is a photographer who specializes in nudes and driftwood), and on and on.
These days I'm really depressed about this. On the one hand I represent the station, and I have to be polite. And when the guys try to draw me into increased correspondence, I feel bad about just cutting them off. Even when I respond with a friendly one-sentence reply, they keep coming back with more questions.
What kind of a normal person would assume that a voice they hear on the radio is someone they actually know or should know? Even back in the day when I was a kid listening to jocks on the radio, I never in a million years would have started writing to them, expecting them to be my friend. And these guys aren't kids. My target demo seems to be 60+. What goes wrong in the heads of these chaps? It's strange, becaue they tend to be smart guys, who've had good careers. They're articulate and have functioned well. To me it seems like they suddenly go nuts and snap - start fantasizing about something that doesn't even exist. It feels nutty to me.
I feel sad. What is wrong with our society that contributes to such desperation? or what is wrong with the conditions of life itself, that these insanely lonely people can't find any comfort in the people around them and actual pursuits they could have? I'm terrified of old age myself. I'm thinking this is what I'm headed for...nothing but the radio to keep me company, and a fantasy of an inaccessible person in my head. I think the crux of it is that I feel GUILTY for not being able to give these people what they want. And there's a vague shadowy thing in the back of my mind, an ongoing fear that because I'm dangling something impossible in front of them, I'm in for retaliation on a massive scale any day now. So I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Just feeling sad about it today, and about life in general. Your input would be welcome.
Other people write me addictively, and it's really starting to get me down. I know I'm not handling this correctly, so I would like some advice about it.
I'm a youngish female and I sound friendly and relatable on the air (it's why I was hired). My avid correspondents have a few characteristics in common. They tend to be older gentlemen, and they're lonely. Often they'll just blurt it out. "I'm lonely since my kids left and my dog died. The fireplace gives me comfort, but it's summer so I can't use it right now. The only thing that helps is listening to your voice."
Sad and creepy, right? Multiply that letter by a hundred. I've been dealing with this stuff ever since I started my current job. I tend to start my jobs wanting to communicate with the audience as soon as possible. To the extent I can, I want to follow up somehow on whatever it is my on-air persona seems to be promising. It's part of marketing, it's good for the station. I want to be nice to our "fans."
But I realized (quite late I guess, and much later than most people in this biz) that you can't deliver what your persona seems to be promising. These lonely old guys seem to feel that because they can hear my voice, I'm already in their lives. And that's how they communicate - like they've known me forever.
They feel I need to know intimate details of their lives, that I should be available for real-time back-and-forth emailing every day hour after hour, that I should attend their art openings, Marxist meetings and nudist camp events, that I should meet their wives, that I should meet their daughters, that I should enjoy receiving pictures of naked women from them (one is a photographer who specializes in nudes and driftwood), and on and on.
These days I'm really depressed about this. On the one hand I represent the station, and I have to be polite. And when the guys try to draw me into increased correspondence, I feel bad about just cutting them off. Even when I respond with a friendly one-sentence reply, they keep coming back with more questions.
What kind of a normal person would assume that a voice they hear on the radio is someone they actually know or should know? Even back in the day when I was a kid listening to jocks on the radio, I never in a million years would have started writing to them, expecting them to be my friend. And these guys aren't kids. My target demo seems to be 60+. What goes wrong in the heads of these chaps? It's strange, becaue they tend to be smart guys, who've had good careers. They're articulate and have functioned well. To me it seems like they suddenly go nuts and snap - start fantasizing about something that doesn't even exist. It feels nutty to me.
I feel sad. What is wrong with our society that contributes to such desperation? or what is wrong with the conditions of life itself, that these insanely lonely people can't find any comfort in the people around them and actual pursuits they could have? I'm terrified of old age myself. I'm thinking this is what I'm headed for...nothing but the radio to keep me company, and a fantasy of an inaccessible person in my head. I think the crux of it is that I feel GUILTY for not being able to give these people what they want. And there's a vague shadowy thing in the back of my mind, an ongoing fear that because I'm dangling something impossible in front of them, I'm in for retaliation on a massive scale any day now. So I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Just feeling sad about it today, and about life in general. Your input would be welcome.