That title is slightly disingenuous, until you get to the last paragraph.
I utterly love personally-made gifts. Not only are they far less likely to be contributing to global warming, but they indicate a level of interest in your existence far beyond the ‘I went to Boots and your gift wasn’t the ‘Get One Free’ item.’ I need to be thinking about what I personalise this year. I will go smaller but more personal.
I love both Liz and Julia. In future, all friends will be chosen by their benchmarks.
Almost weekly, Chris quotes me in his #FF, and inevitably people follow me as a result. I think, of all the people he has sent my way, less than five remain in my feed. These people use Twitter differently to me. It occurs now unless there is proof those people do actually care about some kind of basic interaction, there’s no point in even starting the conversation. I could force unfollow them (as I do with accounts which end up being proven to be robots, 99% of the time) but no, they can work it out on their own. I suspect they may well have software that works out we’ve not interacted and then ignores me.
I don’t want a future where robots decide who is worth following based on a number.
This year, I didn’t get a birthday card from my father’s elder brother, having done so uninterrupted for several decades. You may think this is no big deal, especially as my son received an especially generous 18th birthday gift earlier in the month. However, I’m confidently expecting to be able to further reduce my Christmas card list by two this year, as the ASD diagnosis creates a bit of a shake-up down that side of the family. In fact, it is quite likely I’ve become persona non grata to those with a reputation to uphold, because let’s face facts, you don’t want to admit there’s a chance you could also be autistic, right?
The future should be where you get to choose who’s part of your family.