Two months ago I was leaving the bank when I ran into a guy I knew casually but hadn’t seen in about a year. We had a fifty-five-second exchange during which we shared appropriate, cordial information and then mutually agreed to leave things at that. We didn’t even screw up the post-game handshake too badly. As I walked outside and stopped at the driver’s-side door of my mini-van, I thought, “That was nice. That made my day.” Then I realized that I couldn’t recall a single thing we’d talked about.
My generation, we’re a bunch of weird, clumsy people. Our lives are made much easier by the technologies we’ve embraced in the last twenty years, and yet, we’re awkward. We’re not good at making eye contact. We have bad posture and bad eye sight from staring at screens all the time...Read More