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.

AUDIO: What if she was right? Maybe I am the real ‘product’
We find meaning in responsibility, not in pursuit of empty pleasures
The cesspool is deep and toxic, but I’m to blame if I remain there
‘Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men’s blood… Make big plans’
New Year’s resolutions don’t change anything until we change ourselves
‘Self government’ means you govern yourself, not obey your neighbors
I’m shutting the whole world out, but I’m also waiting to be rescued
What does a man confess about himself when he wants a ‘slut’?
Do you know your heart’s desire? Or are you just chasing a mirage?