Once upon a time, many years ago, I had a Facebook presence. When I opened the account, I didn’t plan on becoming a cyber stalker, but that’s what happened. There must have been an undetectable mind-controlling force emitted from my computer screen as soon as I logged on to the site. Mark Zuckerberg seemed like an evil genius in “The Social Network,” so I have no doubt he figured out how to control my thoughts.
Nearly overnight, I was consumed with curiosity about the intimate details of people I barely knew. What did Suzy eat for breakfast? Did Joanie run today, or was she a slug, like usual? Are Brad and Jenna still fighting? Did Lisa finish vacuuming the hallway? In just a couple of clicks, I could find out all this and more.
I would wake up every morning, head directly for the computer, and spy. Then…
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