Ok. So this is fun. My e-mail, or computer, or I don’t know what, has been compromised. E-mails are being sent from me, that I haven’t sent. With attachments. From my inner most personal files. Or. At the very least, from what I’ve heard, stuff I’ve scanned. And more? You tell me. If you’ve recently received an e-mail from gtfanny. What did you get?
So. In the Carrot Seed way. I got to thinking. Who am I? Who do you know me as? Has the recent e-mail I sent you (not!) told you something you didn’t already know? Is there more to me than meets the eye?
And more to the point. Who cares?
How do I feel about this invasion of privacy?
While standing in the check-out line at the grocery store this morning. Looking through the assorted circulars lining the lane, exploding with stories about celebs and their private lives. I got a whoop of perspective.
Here’s the thing. No hiding. I’m just me. Take me or leave me. Quirks and all.