A while back I had a reader reach out to me via e-mail. Kindness mixed with something more melancholy bled through the lines. Something in my writing connected with this person, and I was touched. Words and musings flew across the wire intermittently, as I answered questions and asked my own, enjoying the exchange of thoughts.
Then today, after a receiving a lovely description of clouds prancing across the sky accompanied by al fresco music, I read, “always, sincerely, the best toward you.”
My brow furrowed. What caused the jump from painting word pictures of pretty days to a one line have-a-nice-life email? I doubt I’ll ever know. The email has been deactivated. As I’ve said before, I’m new to this digital world. So is this common? Do humans masked by the veil of ones and zeros pop into peoples’ lives and then reenter the abyss with no explanation? If so, I don’t think I like it. No. I don’t like it at all.
It’s the human condition and the connections we make that fascinates me. Is the ability to sever them so easily—so callously—a good thing? I see how it could desensitize us to building friendships and relationships in much the same way watching an abundance of fictitious death and violence sometimes numbs us to real suffering.
Easy come, easy go?