As I drove home late Tuesday night, I realized that I’d just had a genuine human connection with someone. The entire interaction didn’t take more than 60 seconds, but it was powerful.
I have a friend who’s going through something difficult. She has to find a new place to live quickly. She’s short of money. She’s incredibly stressed.
I ran into her Tuesday night and told her something I was going to do that would bring her a couple hundred dollars, which she badly needs. It wasn’t a big effort for me, but it was huge for her. She first turned down my offer, protesting that I should take the money instead. I insisted and she hesitantly accepted.
Our eyes met for a few moments. Not the quick, polite kind of glance people exchange all day, but the kind during which neither of us looked away. For a few seconds, everything else dropped away — the noise, the distractions, the sense of being rushed. She knew I cared about her as a person. And I knew she knew.
The interaction was brief, but it was real. As I drove home, I realized how rarely that happens anymore.
I realized that most of my interactions with other people don’t feel like that. They feel thinner. Mediated. Less real. Like I’m interacting with a simulated version of someone instead of the person himself or herself. That realization — combined with the feeling of having briefly connected with this friend — made me hungry for more of what was real.
And it made the digital simulations around me seem like what they are — very pale imitations of the human connection that we all need.

Love & Hope — Episode 11:
Police threaten to seize my camera for crime of public photography
How much of what we do is driven by our unconscious social scripts?
Bachmann’s attack on Obama’s TelePrompTer was cynical hypocrisy
Pride can drive dumb behaviors, even if subject is just car lights
If voting really changed anything, governments would make it illegal
At what point does a president become a dictator to be impeached?