I have valid concerns about the Internet. It already knows too much about me - and not enough about other things. My only comfort is that no one cares enough to do anything with the information that is already out there. But it takes one. It takes only one psycho maniac to look up everything about me. And do what with that information exactly? I don't know. Perhaps murder a goat and hold me accountable.
Like many people, I had a Myspace in my preteen years. When I reached high school, a friend made me a Facebook account and filled in the deets. Everything just took off from there. I attempted tweeting for fun, but had no fun to tweet. I signed up to Foursquare, but upon realizing what it was, ran away without updating my location. I turned to Google+ to get ahead of the curve, but Google+ flopped as did all of Google's social networking attempts. (That's a good thing, people. Google failing is good.)
As a blogger, website developer and online marketing manager, I am expected to love social media. And I do - for marketing. I dislike the personal use of online networks. I dislike the expectation that I should love social media or that I should at least be a willing participant.
I once told someone I couldn't provide a phone number because I didn't own a cell phone. Granted it was an obvious lie, I was annoyed when questioned. Why should I have a cellular phone? Why should I own anything that I don't need? That I don't want at all?
I currently hold social media accounts only for business marketing and SEO purposes - with the exception of a personal Facebook and private Twitter used to talk to people who won't respond to me. I've since privatized all my Facebook photos and restricted all but my closest friends. Some friends think I am overdoing it - but maybe they're underdoing it?

