The Assassination Of Privacy and Being Social

I've done some thinking lately, which isn't too much of a surprise given my current life situations. I realized through my own actions and the action of others, that the idea of privacy has become quite, retro. With the introduction of Myspace, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Online Chat services, and whatever else there is out there for social media, the current state of mind revolving around privacy is close to extinct. Remember when you would go somewhere with some friends have a good time, and then go home? How is that different from now? Well, you have iPhones, and smartphones, and media at your finger tip. You "check in" to places and announce your existence at a bar like you are some sort of King or God. For some reason there is an urge to share your life experiences and locations with people that you might have had ONE class with in High School 10 years ago. Why is there that compulsion? Maybe the hopes of feeling popular once again because 11 people commented on your status, and 8 people liked it? I'm just as bad as everyone else, posting random information that, honestly, I wouldn't really care too much about if I had seen it. "That's nice, you went for a long bike ride. You want a cookie?" I'm not expecting any trophy or congratulatory statement, or even a pat on the back for my incredibly mundane status reports, but yet I still post crap. Lots of people post crap. Why? Someone asks you out on a date Hopefully you have their name, hopefully a last name, or know a mutual friend. Why? Because now you can do your research on who they are on facebook. Sad. Very very sad. Don't tell me you haven't done that. EVERYONE does that. Anyone who knows what the internet is and has a facebook. Let's say you date that person, it ends... it ends badly. One of two will be facebook stalker, while the other one mindlessly goes about their business. No privacy anymore. Remember when you could just delete their number off of speed dial and that was that? Or how about no speed dial, you just... stopped calling them. I find that as technology and information becomes faster and quicker, life gets more complicated. It was supposed to make things simpler, but I think otherwise. Being signed up to so many different sites, so many emails, spam, statuses, pictures, online information about yourself, privacy settings for all of them. I have an alter-ego existing in the matrix that apparently likes and does everything I do. But that's not me. The real me, is sitting behind his computer, remembering when he had a type writer and no spell check. When he didn't care about spell check and the gross amount of the population who are spelling and grammar nazis. One thing is still for certain, I still write for me. Most of the time it helps, sometimes it doesn't. I just wish I could figure out why I have the urge to tell everyone that I'm gonna take poop and then go to bed. Seriously, why? Should I attach a picture with it? gross..