Once upon a time I would walk into a business and they would greet me by name. If they didn’t know my name, they’d extend their hand in a handshake and tell me theirs. Then I’d tell them my name. They’d ask me . . . yes ME . . . what they could help me with.
No one wanted to know my account number. They didn’t ask my date of birth.
Most places now only know me by my account number . The rest of them know me as my date of birth.
I might as well be a prisoner. Instead of prisoner number so and so, I am citizen (maybe, maybe not) number so and so.
People say change is good, but it isn’t.
They say you might not remember exacly what someone did, but you will remember how they made you feel.