Nothing Is Private

privacyThere is no privacy anymore. Someone at any moment that you are out of your house can take your picture, phones can be tapped, whole conversations can be recorded without your consent. Your boss can find out that you went on an interview earlier in the week. What the f**k?

I purposely didn’t say anything to the girls at work so I know it was not anyone in the office. I told you that she was asking weird questions in the interview. I don’t think that he will say anything but geez!

The neighbor’s crazy girlfriend brought soup over tonight….is it wrong that I want to get rid of it? The girl said “mom…she’s not going to poison us!” Whatever…we’re still not eating it. I tasted it without eating it just so I can say I tried it…..

She also walked into my house with a lit cigarette…..oh Blondie calm down…you know former smokers are the worst. Who does that? Even when I was a smoker I didn’t walk into someones house who did not smoke with a lit cigarette….I don’t know what smells worse, the lingering smoke smell or the vanilla air freshner that I drenched the front door in? Talk about anxiety…..I had to get her and that cigarette out of my house!

I am so happy that tomorrow is Friday…..Zia

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About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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