But, I’m still pretty bummed out by the whole thing. Except, maybe for myself. And maybe I should dig deeper into my own life to figure out how I might have interacted differently.
There’s no one you can reach directly at Covid. But there is a contact on the website. There’s an account. There’s a link to take a quiz. And just like that. We’ve basically established a connection. Or, as one of the users calls it, “an invisible connection.”
For me, the most useful part was the quiz. Here are some the topics I learned about myself:
I have a lot of likes and dislikes. I’ve been compared to Dr. Dre and Lex Luthor and Satan. I’m aware that I washes my hands frequently. I don’t eat non-cold-cut vegetables. I’m a little lazy. I eat lots of chocolate. I sleep a lot. I’m a little ostentatious. I’m awkward, naive, delusional and weird.
I wrote down some of the results. They’s a lot of stuff, actually.
I’ve been tweeting this exact quote by Dr. Dre in the last two weeks. This seems really stupid.
Here’s a side by side screenshot from the site for your reference:
I found my kink and that it was pretty weird. I learned that I have big feet. I learned that what I do is really stupid. The links to the quiz results were broken, which sucks. But I at least got the chance to see what my answer really would be:
And in case you’re curious, I just happened to have a semi-sensible answer.
So, I didn’t really have to throw my life away. I’m still not sure if what I thought of my answer was really meaningful or just over the top. I also didn’t see what I learned about myself on the site. For someone like me that doesn’t carry a lot of weight with me.
This made me feel a little creepy.
The days have only gone by since I’ve seen the story about the lack of friend list and I suddenly realized that I have no friends on the platform.
But the other day, I logged in and immediately saw someone I can text. Or possibly a mutual friend that we agreed on. Or maybe I can let her know that I’m so sad about the Covid experience. If I was sick. If I was in the hospital. It’s almost like this is a cyber-monologue that I’ll have to revisit many, many times.
I wish that these conversations were live text so we could discuss all the vulnerabilities in the Covid system. Maybe we can set it up so if I check in with her and tell her my problem then we’ll have to figure out a solution. Or talk a little. Or see if there’s anything else I can say to her that might help.
But, at the moment, there is nothing tangible I can offer, since it’s an ambient chat channel I just happen to be thinking about.
I used to have plans Saturday. I’m sure things are back to normal now. But I’d prefer that there was something I could offer instead of turning it into a petty post on social media.
There’s a lot of scary things about the technology we use right now. I don’t know how to protect myself. But I did learn something about myself. And there’s still hope for me.