I was once a colder man who cared far less.
Yet since I’ve thawed, I am still bewildered.
Now I’m less a robot than before. Whether by design, intent, or happy accident, I’m not quite sure; I now find things provoking responses in me that are more human.
To a normal life, it’s “being a person.”
But on The Life Autistic, it is discovery.
For example, I was on a conference call that went so far south, it crossed the equator and beyond the tropic of Capricorn.
One of my customers was put in an extremely difficult spot. The exchange was testy, awkward, and alarming. The palpable tension strung taut among the audience until it finally unspooled, detangling in a nervous mess.
Where the Hunter of years ago would have considered it bad, this time, it evoked a different feeling.
I felt bad.
Not just about the situation, but for the person.
Is this what empathy is? It was as if their discomfort and hurried resolve to save face echoed within me. I went from observation to seeking their consolation.
Mind you, I’m just support personnel. The Business Analyst. The data cruncher. The numbers guy.
I am the robot by role, by design.
But I care now.
The next day, I took a deep breath. My gut said “write a note, be encouraging, use your words and not just your data for support.”
It might have penned one hundred words tops, but it took me almost half an hour: 10 minutes to write, 20 minutes being all anxious about sending it.
And off it went.
It may sound trite, but for me and people like me – this is novel.
It gives me hope.
As the great sages of our age, Daft Punk, reminded me: maybe I am indeed human after all.