I work in a restaurant where people spend more time texting than talking. Perhaps the thought that taking selfies and pics of their food for the reason to inundate the internet with their perceptions vs enjoying the moment makes them more something is, well...something? I dunno. It's confusing to watch and experience. Life as a texting, uploader of pics of things and constant critic, while missing out on simply enjoying things must be exhausting.
On the flip side, during this recent drenching Pineapple Express, an older man saw me run from one connection to a new connection [I changed routes because the tunnel was flooded and on delay] and he tilted his umbrella over me as we waited for the F line to swing through. He has a granddaughter at UC Berkeley, a great grandson in Seattle, a nephew in Eureka. He's from NC, but lives now in AZ, and he had decided to travel the West Coast to see friends and family here. He thinks burritos in SF are "damn good".
I was confused when he didn't get on the F as it arrived and he told me, "I saw you standing there and you just looked like you could use some shelter from the rain...my bus stop is over there. [Where I'd deboarded from a different line] He had missed three buses passing by as we talked and made friendly.
That was [in equal parts, awesome and sad, in that it stands out] unexpected humanity.
That is how, I think, we create Valentine's Day every day.