I don’t like it. Not at all.

I keep hearing about new ways in which I can be tracked online, by a government agency or private organization that has the right technology and financial incentive. It’s not as if I have a bunch of secrets, and I’m not trying to be hermetic. But, please, give me a break.

Why can’t I just go off by myself and sit on a big rock and have confidence that no one knows where I am? Why can’t I buy two ice cream drumsticks (they don’t make them as big as they used to) and know I’ve put one over on my doctor? I mean, who really cares if I buy two drumsticks? Apparently, some marketing research company in North Dakota cares, and they get paid for sharing my caloric extravagances.

Now I’ve found out there’s an app I can purchase that will tell me which organizations are tracking my activities. I can spy on them spying on me. Can you remember when privacy was as easy as closing the blinds?

My wife tells me it’s my own darn fault. After all, I put myself out there in the digital world all the time. I have this blog, I send emails, I even store information on some sort of “cloud.”

Recently, I’ve been accepting invitations on LinkedIn from people I don’t know. I’m still not sure what it means to be “linked in,” but I like how the message icon looks like an envelope. It reminds me of when we used actual envelopes.

It’s taking me some time to get comfortable with how people connect these days. I’m used to census takers knocking on my door, not marketers tracking me from across the country. I’m used to talking to strangers at airports and grocery stores, not “friending” people on Facebook. Recently, two employees at our company purchased remote-controlled drones that come equipped with cameras and can hover hundreds of feet above our office. Yikes!

I know the way people connect is changing. And, as is true with most changes in life, I’m doing my best to take steps of accommodation.

But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.