Stalking

So here I am at Hofstra and I am blogging.  Writing online makes me feel...stalked. I am sending my personal writings into the world and strangers are gooing to intentionally click on my link and read what I have to say! I would feel famous if there weren't 12 milllion other blogs out there shouting to also be read so I can't claim any glory I guess. You know people warn you of cyber stalking but I haven't met a girl who talked about Facebook that didn't bashfully admit to "following people to see what they were doing-- but not in a stalkerish way!" I'm sorry but i'd have to say that it is stalking if you track down people through a veriaty of technology ways. I mean America in general is a stalker country! There is Twitter, Facebook, cell phones, texting... when was the last time you didn't know exaclty where your friend was? If tthe Statue of Libery could put down that extremely cumbersome torch of hers, wouldn't she immediatley reach into the folds of her gown to the pocket in which she keeps her iPhone? I can picture it! She would text the Statue in Las Vegas and would say wish I were there. But its okay. I admit to having a Facebook account so please don't get offended. I just think its ironic that when I go out to dinner with my family and each member automatically pulls out a cellular device and tries to mentally be somewhere else. Oh well, more Pizooki for me.