They Can See For Miles and Miles

The golden rule about sharing stuff online: if you wouldn’t want your mom or dad seeing it then it shouldn’t be put on the Internet. I’m pretty careful for the most part and only put up things that are carefully reviewed by my cerebral cortex. But of course, some embarrassing stuff does slip through occasionally and I’m subject to someone’s laughter (or annoyance) miles away.

In Facebook, I share photos and the occasional status update. The statuses are usually about something important happening in my life, not about what I had for breakfast or when I’m going to bed. I don’t like to complain about my life or try to seek attention since in the end it does no good. I might also upload a video, but it’s usually of an anonymous matter not including myself. It’s pretty mild stuff.

On Twitter, it’s mostly my WordPress posts publicized on there but I try to make my feed more interesting by including some witty, humorous Tweets that always seem to be ignored.

On Tumblr, same as above, but I’ll also post some random pictures with interesting text.

On Google +, it started off as a place to post my YouTube videos, but now it has turned into more of a place to share my photography from my blog with the appropriate circles..

I haven’t been using YouTube much at all lately, but when I was uploading videos, I tended to put up content that was trying to be informative but at the same time offer a little bit of humor without making a complete fool of myself. I’ve never gotten into vlogging because a) my life is too boring for that and b) it involves sharing some private things in my life.

All in all, I have no qualms about my online privacy. There’s nothing out there that would compromise me as a person. But in fact, as I’m sitting here right now, anyone can access stuff about me on the Internet in just a few simple clicks. Just do a reverse phone lookup and see where I live. Hunt up my social profiles, see where I went to school, who my relatives are, what I like/dislike. Not that anyone would find anything really that interesting about me, unless they found my blog which as of now is my hotspot on the Internet. I kind of dig the thrill of having a part of me preserved in the databanks of the digital globe for future generations to see. It’s probably as immortal as it gets for me.

It makes sense to keep personal information about yourself, such as credit card numbers and social security numbers, out of the wrong hands but you can never say for sure that nothing will be used against you on here because super cybercriminals have ways of extracting the tiniest bit of information and rendering you obsolete or presumably declared dead. They can see for miles, so beware. I feel pretty safe on the Internet, but it’s kind of eerie that one could assume my identity tomorrow and I couldn’t prove that I was, well, me anymore. Someone in Japan or even my next door neighbor.

Many of you are probably thinking about The Who song now. Well, I’ll do you a favor and post it here, since it relates to the Internet in a huge way, though maybe not in the way of  this 1960s video for the song.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do Not Disturb.”

How do you manage your online privacy? Are there certain things you won’t post in certain places? Information you’ll never share online? Or do you assume information about you is accessible anyway?

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Author: Macbofisbil

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