Hmmm...I'm in a dilemma

Instead of reading Jane Eyre like I was supposed to, I opened up my yearbook to read the notes everyone has left me. (I hadn't even read them yet...whoops) And I come to notice that...most of the people leave phone numbers, saying, "call me!". ??? I hardly know some of these people, and yet, they are demanding that I call them. One problem that I have is that I don't own a cell-phone...we don't have caller ID at home...(Well, sometimes it's a problem). Does etiquette require that I call these people? Or are they being nice, giving me the impression that they want to be called by me? Or, are they just on autopilot, writing down the same thing over and over without realizing that they are putting a distinct phone number in my yearbook? Or are they lonely and really want a call from someone as awkward as me? Or...ack! The list could go on forever, and I really could come up with all kinds of reasons that probably don't apply. You want an example? Okay, maybe I person wants me to call them because they heard that I specialize in sniffing random things, and want to settle an argument on whether a ping-pong ball smells the same as the volume control on a radio. Random enough? You bet. My other confused problem is, what if a guy says that? Why in the whole wide whirlin' world would he leave a number? There's no way I'm calling him! Sorry. So, if you'd be kind enough to leave a comment, please explain to me the etiquette of handling phone numbers of people you hardly know who say "I Luv ya SO much! U R so funy! Call me!"

Numb3rs

When I was born, I was given a anklet with my name...and a number.
Then I was given my SSN.
Then I got my library card number.
Then I got my bank account number.
Then I got my student number.
Anywhere I go to be a patient, dentist, orthodontist, doctor, etc. I'm known as a number.
My family has a Fresh Values number, as well as Sam's Club, and Albertson's, etc.
Then I transferred to a different school, and got a different student number.
I lost my library card, and was given a new number.
I switched banks so I could have checking, and I was given two new numbers.
I got my driver's license, and got yet, another number.
My grades are also numbers. No one looks at the "A" or the "B", but the grand total...3.2.
Water Polo players are considered "good" only by the number of goals they have scored...no one seems to look at the playmakers or the defense.
Swimmers are scrutinized for their times...gee, more numbers.
Resumes are searched for numbers...years of experience, age, years in school, etc.
I soon start to believe that I am only a series of numbers. My name isn't Abby Norman, it's an afterthought. It's a number, a different number to different people.
In a world where the combination of numbers are endless, do names even matter anymore? Will the day arrive when the newborns are named "49875938" instead of "Mike Jones"? Only our favorite people (or not so favorite) know our actual names, like family and friends. But ask someone who does business with you, and they'll have to look up a number, or scan a barcode to get your name. You can't simply say, "I'm Mike Jones." They'll have a blank look on their face, and their computer. You have to say your SSN or something like that. Yes, I understand why, but...why? Is it just me, or do others also feel some slight annoyance for being known as a series of numbers?

Biking is sooooo sweet

Biking has got to be the sweetest thing for me right now. Now that I bike to work, my life hasn't been wasted sitting at stoplights forever. I'm now the biker that gets to keep going all the way to the front of the line, and by the time I make it to the front, the light has turned green, and I can keep going, and all those cars have to pass me again...until they hit the next stoplight, and I'll pass them again, and please note...most of the time, I don't have to stop.
Yesterday I was pumping at 30 MPH, when the light straight ahead of me turned yellow. I decided to take on the overpass bridge. I believe there is nothing as terrifying as trying to turn your bike at a 180 degree in only about 10 feet with your feet clipped in the pedals...so if you fall, the bike goes with you. Well, I succeeded without falling, and took off down the road. The cars that were there at the light never caught up with me. Sweet.
But I wasn't always this uh...graceful? My first day riding my bike to work, I had a flawless ride...until at the very end when I tried to get off. I forgot to unclip my other foot, so I fell, and the bike fell with me. Then I had to fix the chain, and when I stood up, the bike bit me. Literally. There are four holes in my leg. I guess that's what you get for making your bike fall over.