Don't Call

These days, the only people I ever talk to on the phone are my mother and my husband, full stop. Whenever I think about calling one of my friends, there's something that holds me back and makes me DM them instead. It's inevitably something along the lines that that I remember they probably eat lunch pretty late and I might interrupt them, that I am certain they are doing something related to their children at that time and won't be available or that they (like me) have their phone on silent at all times and the frustrating game of trying to call one another back will inevitably begin once they see a missed call from me. Also, I can see who has seen my Insta stories (and I do post pretty frequently) and know they know that I for once, am alive. This is the downside of at least one party being on social media: you fee like that senile relatives who tells stories everyone has heard a million times when you reference something they already know you'd been up to lately. I have also noticed that when I do talk to someone on the phone for a longer time, I have the tendency to begin to multitask after a certain time and try to silently unload the dishwasher or do something else whilst engaged in conversation. Likely a bad habit I picked up during those eternal lockdown video conferences when I would actively participate in meetings WITHE THE CAMERA ON whilst simultaneously completing an online purchase and once even painting my toenails without anyone noticing. Secret superpower for sure :-p

I hate voice messages with a vengeance and am tempted to just hit "delete" with an evil chuckle whenever I do get one despite my WhatsApp status message rudely informing people that I have strong feelings about them. Texting of course also requires time and in my case, ideally a proper keyboard for longer conversations. Other people, however, have completely different preferences and might prefer spontaneous phone calls at all times and even consider messages a nuisance (therefore not replying to mine for weeks) and there's no right or wrong in this question, just personal preferences that are varied even in the same generation.
When have social interactions become such a complicated minefield of overthinking and awkwardness?