I want my privacy.
We are mostly naked , but for some reason many people are not bothered by this.
I give up much of my privacy when I blog , but that's my choice ,
and I do have a reason for why I do it - several actually.
Even so , I still don't want my right to privacy to be taken away from me.
Agency's , and their employees don't need to know
what I purchase , where I go , or what I eat or drink.
The kind of shape that I am in is my business unless I choose to share that information.
This isn't your right to know.
What happens if I choose to "opt"out of your system ?
How will you make me suffer?
That bag of M&M's that I bought are not any of my medical insurance's business.
Even if I wanted to buy cigarettes, and alcohol , you just don't need to know.
Your library card can also tell a lot about you,
and you can't get a fake card either - I already looked into that.
You can't obtain a library card without a birth certificate, or a drivers license.
You can't get a drivers license without a birth certificate.
No one needs to know if I take any medications or how I spend my money, allthough my banking statements would make everything about me quite clear.
I am not too happy that my letter carrier knows so much about us,
by the mail that she delivers, and she loves to gossip.
Would you want for your pro- choice neighbor to know that your pro- life?
Mind you , I don't do anything that I am ashamed of , but I want to control what knowledge about me is given, and known - it is afterall mine. This is an issue of lost control.
Just think about the amounts of information gleamed about me from my shopping trip to Walmart . Your tracked three ways when you buy groceries, once through your discount cards, and then through your type of payment - unless it's cash, and lastly through your grocery receipt , and that receipt is traceable back to you.
What would Hitler have done with such a plethora of information at his finger tips?
I am glad that everyone that holds any information about me ..... likes me,
or at least doesn't hate me yet.