I get my novels mixed up – A Brave New World by Aldous Huxley is NOT George Orwell’s 1984. I think it was 1984 that has Big Brother in it. Maybe I should Google it but I am in a spitting balling mood just trying to release the hounds.
Anyways, as I was saying or about to say this notion of big brother bothers me. I am a private person. Okay. I said Okay. Really. You can all quit laughing. I AM a private person. Sure I let you in on some stuff but not everything. Shockers right? How much more can there be you wonder. The following is a depiction since a picture is worth 1000 words.
Ever since I posted L is for Laughter and mentioned Robin Williams, my social media is blowing up with all things Robin. And that’s a-ok by me. I re-watched some Patch Adams because of the nudge.
What’s strange is that I would not have even gone there had it not been for the subliminal messages coming through my feeds. Even that word feeds has a tone of consumption. Makes we wants to eliminate my digital footprint and go into hiding. Off the grid. But I dislike being away from creature comforts. On the grid I will remain.
And maybe this idea of someone getting into my head and making recommendations for me is not such a bad thing. I can always use some help in the decision-making department. As long as I still have the final say.
As always, more to come.