So, at what point did the Internet go from being the Wild West, to Big Brother's direct entree into our every move? Suddenly, I'm thoroughly creeped out of being online. Google, Facebook, any site I ever visited...they are following me around like a really undercover stalker. It may not help anything, but I'm going to abstain from going anywhere that has the word "Google" related to it, and I don't know what I'm going to do about Facebook. I hate to miss out on the sleeping habits of the toddlers of that distant college acquaintance.

It's one thing for me to spew out my inner-thoughts, and quite another to have people studying my spending needs without my permission. I prefer to inappropriately over-share my dirty laundry, by conscious choice, in person, or in my blog, as that ensures that I have control of this Diarrhea of The Mouth problem that II was born with. I don't want to send an email thinking it's private, and know that the FB, or the FBI could be surveilling to make sure I don't mention anything about what type of plane ticket I'm buying.

If I've learned anything from eight years of blogging it's that nobody cares about what you have to say if you want everyone to know it. It's the secrets that suck the vampires in. Even if that secret is that you have created "Journey" radio on Pandora, or harbor a mad hope that Eric from "True Blood" will walk into your life. But when you write endless drivel about all your thoughts and feelings...nobody gives a $#*& rat's.

When Luke Skywalker said, "I'm not afraid!" Yoda said, "You will be. You will be." I had nightmares about him for weeks, and months.

Yes, Creepy Yoda, I used to think the Internet was the free wild west where I could hide behind my free wheeling blog, but now...?

Just for today, I'm afraid.