With each and every passing day, I feel myself being probed for more and more.
My computer continually rejects and alerts me to probes. Some are benign and harmless. Some are malicious and corrupting.
I feel violated from afar.
I walk down the street to get some groceries. I am stopped and asked if I would mind being probed. “How do you feel about your neighborhood?” they ask. “Who wants to know?” I reply. “We’re conducting a survey on the quality of life in your neighborhood. We’re gathering information on what people think”
I feel violated in my own neighborhood.
Anonymous people call my home and ask to probe. Sometimes, I feel I pay for a telephone for the benefit of others and not myself. I ask them to stop. They get upset and attempt to make me feel guilty.
I feel violated in my home.
I go to the doctor to ask him how I am doing. It seems logical, somehow. “Hi Doc. How am I doing?” I say. “Well Chris, bend over here so I can probe you.”
I feel violated from within.
I feel others know more about me than I do.
I feel violated.