Music: (from the overhead loudspeaker) Mahalia – “Surprise Me”
I attempted Starbucks again this morning, a little later than yesterday, but was met with a totally different experience than yesterday. There was parking in the front available and plenty of empty seats inside. This is not the first time I’ve seen this. It appears that the Saturday crowd invades early en masse, but the Sunday crowd not so much. I’ve witnessed this enough times to know it’s a common trend at my local Starbucks. I think I should probably find a new place to go and write on Saturdays, perhaps Barnes and Noble? It’s a 25-minute drive away, but it normally has plenty of seating.
On the topic of Starbucks, I noticed something new today. While I was waiting on my tea to be made, I did my normal routine of grabbing a couple of napkins and opening a straw. When they handed me my drink, I had already started to plunge the straw in but had to stop mid-strike because the normal straw slits in the center of the lid weren’t there. I stood there a moment, slightly bewildered, at the new lid form on the top of my drink. They switched the old lids with a sippy cup type of lid. It’s kind of weird, but I can see that change cutting down on the need for a straw. It’s just a reminder that change is an ever-present thing in our lives. Go figure.
I had commented on someone’s blog yesterday, and their reply mentioned they hadn’t expected anyone to read it. I found myself relating to that very statement. I’ve always considered the internet this vast expanse spotted with tribes of like-minded folks and clusters of large citadels. That places like my website, now my journal, are out in the untamed wilderness never to see human footprints but my own. And yet, people find my words. Likewise, I find theirs. It’s a strange thing to consider.
Are we as alone on the internet as we think we are? Considering that I don’t hide my identity online, it makes me wonder about the wisdom of having an online journal that’s open to the public. One the one hand, I too don’t expect anyone to read it. But on the other hand, there’s the certainty that someone will. Is that dangerous? In a world where online doxing is prevalent and the use of someone’s previous online content is used against them, it makes me worry. What if someone doesn’t like what I believe or what I have to say and try to attack me for it? It happens everyday online and that’s very concerning.
I guess I’m taking a leap of faith that I won’t be found and if I am, it’ll be by folks who are genuine, honest and caring. The world needs more of that, you know?