Sometimes it seems like we have no privacy left in our world. From social media companies tracking our every click to the search giants of the world who are working with advertisers to sell us just what we’re interested in. It feels all a bit too “Orwellian” if you ask me. It's as though we’re all smashed together on some giant glass slide under the microscope like the one in my photo today which was, originally, my uncle’s.
The question we must ask ourselves is, “how much of my privacy am I willing to give up so that I can have the conveniences that it provides?” It’s almost like eating Oreos; you just can’t have one. The more you have, the more you want (why I don’t eat them anymore BTW…). Before you know it, they’re all gone, and we’re left feeling sick and guilty.
Facebook is one of those two-edged swords for me. On one hand, it’s been a great tool for staying in touch with family & friends and, on the other hand, it’s addictive. Facebook has now admitted that they knew all along that it would be addictive to people. So, I try to keep a short list of friends and loved ones on my timeline so that I don’t get overwhelmed with posts.
Last night was a good example, for me, why Facebook can be something not healthy. I’ve been going through a personal, emotional struggle regarding my kids. Instead of picking up the phone and calling a friend or going for a walk with the Mrs. who knows me more than anyone, I sat on Facebook up late and posted music that I was listening to with a few choice comments.
How healthy was that?? Not very, and it’s the reason I deleted some those posts this morning. It took the place of genuine communication and allowed me to air my emotions in a public forum. Not that I don’t do that anyway, but when it’s just a random kneejerk post, who knows what I’m thinking and why was I posting that?
Our lives are truly ‘under a microscope’, for better or for worse. Not that I’m wanting to move to Nebraska and live ‘off the grid’ or have anything to hide, but I do believe that there are times when we just need to say, no, I’m not going to allow you to track my location, texts, phone calls, purchases, searches, friends lists, have access to my credit card, save my passwords, share my information with others, give hints, or just have me ask you by saying, ‘OK Google’ a thousand times.
It may be impossible to put that phone down and leave it at home, but that may just be the best thing from time-to-time. Just breaking away from having everything managed for us and tracked by some super computer could be just the thing we need to give us that emotional break we’re needing. The movie theatre and church can’t be the only places I shut that brain vacuum off.
So, tomorrow, I’m going to do just that. I’m going to put that phone down and leave it when the Mrs. and I go for our walk. Maybe, even leave it in the office most of the day. Tomorrow night I may be having convulsions by the end of the day and not be able to post a blog, but I’m going to try it anyway. So, here’s to breaking free from these privacy invading devices (at least a little) …
Love always friend,