dancing to the beat of my own drum

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I am easily freaked out. I think it's partly to do with having that whole paranoid anxiety thing down to a T. What is a T? I was just browsing myLot earlier this evening, having a gander at what folk around the world are getting up to, when I spied the name of my humble and insignificant rural town giggling at me from the centre of the page. I couldn't miss it, what with it being as bright as the brightest yellow thing that exists on the planet. And for a moment it completely baffled me, inducing a multitude of questions to speed through my mind. How does myLot know where I live? Is myLot stalking me? Who is this company in this flat town of webbed finger folk? Why are they advertising here? Do they know me? What do they want? And so on. This is the reason I generally switch off the location thingy, both on my tablet and my phone. I don't like that feeling of being stalked and followed. I don't like the idea that my technology gives away my location. Likewise when I stumble upon those adverts online which pretend to know me, forcing me to notice something I already noticed yesterday. Copy cat. It all feels incredibly intrusive, as though some seedy bloke is rifling through my knicker drawer. The internet is silently laughing at me, knowing all my hopes and dreams, screwing up my wishlist, reading my blog, pinpointing my house and getting ready to pounce. *sigh* This stalking lark has made me sleepy ... nightie-night.