At the airport I noticed an older gentleman who was sitting next to me who looked like he wanted to ask me something.
I was too preoccupied with what I was reading/writing, however. But something told me to go ahead and make eye contact.
I take great pleasure out of those moments in time when I get to quietly do my own thing and controlling the outer noise with my kind of micromanaged noise, my playlists, is something I take active interest in.
However, I decide to make eye contact with the older gentleman. As suspected, he was just in need of exchanging some general remarks about the weather, the immediate culture of the places we both live in, and the like.
I then did the unthinkable.
I turned off all of my gadgets and sat quietly for a few minutes. I thought it kind to get rid of my pronounced ignoring of all that was around me.
Perhaps a lack of apparent detachment is the best gift one give other, passing strangers. A little bit of silent human warmth goes a long way. And it does not need be verbal. A simple gesture of I-won't-be-turning-my-iPod-back-on-so-in-case-you'd-like-to-talk-more-about-nothing-of-significance-and/or-relevance can mean much to some.
And the caring of a perfect stranger might perhaps feel as relevant as that of the familiar/familial.
Be that as it may, one of the few times it's ok to disconnect is silence-related. Not just purposeless silence but rather the kind that is informed by quiet caring.