I scan and bag my own groceries. I pump my own fuel, pay both with plastic. I consult with my Doc over a medical link. I pay up-front with plastic before she appears on my screen.
The closest person to me on Friday was the teller at the drive-through. I received a lollipop and a receipt was emailed to me. Is the lollipop a bribe, quid pro quo?
“We’re the bank with the best lollies.” Nope, it is classical conditioning –mind control.
I have been quietly trained to not have much contact with other people. I like a good algorithm and applied statistical forecasting as much as the next person still I miss chating-up the toll booth matron.
My world is full of faceless commercial interfaces, regiments of robo-calls, and spasms of spam, utilities now estimate my usage and deliver an e-bill.
On Thursday I met friends for coffee. The shop has free wi-fi. Lots of mumbling and faceless face time. I like to sketch whilst sipping hot bean-water and sharing quiet fun with chums.
Even when I go regularly to a group meeting it is mostly anonymous. Get in, get done, and get out, benign and superficial. GPS helps me find my vehicle.
Then Saturday morning I had a cell phone call from a number I didn’t recognize.
“Haven’t seen you in a while. You okay? Checking up on you.”
I reckon I’m not as faceless as I may think. Someone missed my face in the crowd.