In my last blog post, I ruminated (for lack of better term) about what happens when we rely too much on our social media/technology and questioned why we don’t talk about the bad things that happen when intended messages aren’t received.
Well, there’s another edge to this sword, which I found out recently in a rather painful way, and that is when our technology delivers us messages that we otherwise would not have received.
Without divulging any identifying information or details, I’m going to attempt to explain the story. (Names and other details will be changed for privacy reasons.)
About six months ago I was doing some work in my home office one night and catching up on one of my favorite music podcasts. One episode had just finished and the next one began with the podcast host’s usual opening words after the intro music. Preoccupied with my work, it was only background noise but I heard his words “This episode is dedicated to Kevin Samuelson*, host of the _____ music podcast, who died unexpectedly in his sleep in early August. We’ll miss you, Kevin.”
Cue the screeching needle-on-vinyl noise.
Did he just say Kevin Samuelson? I had to play it again. Knowing that his name is not uncommon, I had to look up the podcast this late Kevin Samuelson hosted to see if it was the same guy I used to know. I held my breath, hoping it wasn’t him, but knew he loved music, was very tech-y, and there was a very good chance that this could be him.
It was.
My heart sank and I was as equally shocked to learn of his sudden passing as I was by the method of how I found out.
Kevin and I used to be very close. I won’t get into details, but we were very close, and then I broke it off and I hadn’t spoken to him in over six years. I thought it was better that way. I didn’t speak to any of his friends nor did he mine, and though we completely broke off all ties I knew it was the best decision in the long run.
Oddly enough, we met via this weird thing called the internet back before the term “social media” was coined. (You know, back when meeting somebody on the other side of the computer meant surely you were going to get molested or murdered). We were both on a music mailing list in ’97ish, which became a community, then a year or so later met in person, yada yada yada… we were very close, and let’s just say that had I not made certain decisions, I could be a widow right now.
Since we did cut off all contact with each other, I was wondering if any of our mutual friends from back-in-the-day even knew. The day I found out about his passing happened to be one of their birthdays, and I was going to call her and wish her a happy birthday, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it because there was no way I could say “Happy Birthday” and “by the way, did you know Kevin died?” in the same phone conversation.
I knew she’d understand.
Over time I’ve had conversations online with a few of our mutual friends — friends that we met before “meetups” and “tweetups” existed, when our gatherings of online friends in real life were simply called “gatherings.” (Imagine that.) None of them knew of his passing until I told them. I felt awful, and still do, that I had to be the bearer of such bad news, and also that it was/is not my place to contact his family and/or friends to express my grievances.
It’s been six months from when I found out, and I’m still having a hard time with the fact that he passed away (and so suddenly), and with how I learned of it.
It got me thinking. A lot.
In this ever-connected world we live in, it seems hard to get away from people we thought we’d never hear from. We’ve all gotten friend requests on Facebook from people we knew in high school and even elementary school. With our location-based social networks like FourSquare and Gowalla (among other GPS-tagged technologies that many are unaware of), it makes us all rather easily findable.
When Kevin and I parted ways it was a mutual understanding that we’d never contact each other again, and we’d keep to our own friends, families, worlds. I honestly never expected to hear from him again.
Little did I know that somewhere between now and our parting back then, Kevin happened to befriend a guy in another state through a different shared interest, who also happened to have a music podcast. It’s a podcast that Kevin would never have listened to on his own, but I happened to have been a fan of since it began in 2006… a couple years after we last spoke.
And because “the internet has made the world shrink” (as I like to say), I learned of Kevin’s passing through that podcast. If this were ten years ago, or maybe even five years ago, I don’t think I ever would have found out.
Try as we might, we can’t escape our ever-connected world. It’s not the just messages we don’t receive through our technology that can cause hurt, but also the ones that we do. In this case, it was “accidentally” receiving a message that was painful.
It makes me wonder if we really are better off having all this access to information – on a macro, “world” scale or a micro, “interpersonal” one.
I know I can’t possibly be the only one who has had a bad/awkward/hurtful experience by our technology delivering a message that was likely never intended for us. Has anyone else? I’d love to hear your experiences if you’d like to share, and would love to hear your thoughts on this and similar experiences.
*not his real name
Pic 1 via Albion Europe ApS , pic 2 from 28 misguided souls.
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