The Future is Weird

If 20 year-old me could have seen into the future to today-year-old me, I'm positively certain my younger counterpart would be mortified at the sight of me try to operate all of these smart devices.

The hotel we're staying in was a tad warm for sleep comfort and needed adjusting. My thermostat at home likes to be poked to reveal the touch screen to change the temperature, then adjustments are made by dragging the temperature indicator up or down. The hotel thermostat, on the other hand, prefers to be gently caressed 'round the circumference of the display screen; clockwise for cooler, counter-clockwise for warmer. I'm almost embarrassed to admit the ridiculous tactics I tried before I figured that out.

Almost.

20 year-old me would be investigating the point at which I lost my mind and then begin researching euthanasia options (I was a bit dramatic, what can I say?)

In the 90s, if someone was performing interpretive dance for a faucet or a paper towel dispenser, they'd be taken to grippy-sock jail for a few days. Nowadays these appliances require that you perform subjugating rituals of dramatic arm flailing just to wash your hands following a visit to a public toilet.

The future is really weird.