Life in a glass house.

"I guess that's just how it goes

When you break up in a small town

I see our friends and they put on a show

Like they don't want me to know

So they give me the go-around."

There's little doubt, with all of the available ways to communicate what's going on in your life, we have little privacy any longer. Even if we want to remain private, there are ways to bring anything to the forefront and provide information to anyone who wants to see it. 

In case you doubt it, Google yourself and see what's out there. 

I always thought I had a fairly unique name, but once I took a look into cyberspace, I found out, "there's a lot of me's" out there. It might be a different person in a different location, but according to what I have earned, I am a well practiced attorney, doctor, artist and much more. Funny, "porn star, athlete and celebrity" were not part of the "find." Guess that's good, I would be lousy at all three.

But what's out there can be very eye opening. Recently I looked for people who I graduated high school with; as our 40th reunion approaches, I was wondering what happened to so and so, and would they be attending? I learned some will not be attending due to death, distance from our home town, and the one that really caught my attention—a life long criminal serving a long sentence. I assume we will not be seeing him unless we do iChat. (Since he was a bully, and I doubt he has access to a iPhone, he will have to look forward to the 50th or 60th reunion—no loss.)

This past week my family has been out of town; although very strange, I have been all alone and have cooked, plopped, and watched whatever I have wanted to at night. What makes it even stranger of a feeling is you would really have to make an effort to look into our home if that was your goal. (Never thought about it until this week.) With more than 500 feet in the back, and an easy 150 in front, you would have to venture up and look through the curtains. Creepy? You bet it is! 

The one "friend" you might encounter is a snake that happens to live in our front yard. I have seen him a couple of times—he's not a pet, but knowing he is there would startle anyone. (But not me, I keep an eye glued out for him whenever I leave the house.) I hate snakes. Or it might be the foxes that might keep the house safe—I saw two the other day and let's just say they're not afraid of humans. Lovely.

Yes living alone is quite strange, but when I went to the zoo and watched the gorillas live their lives in front of hundreds of onlookers it brought it all into focus. I cannot imagine what it would be like to have your daily activities, I mean everything, in plain sight of the world. There are Mother gorillas tending to their babies and Father gorillas doing nothing but sitting there pissed off because no one is paying attention to them. (Damn kids.) But that's the life they've been dealt. I know that some would say they are living a much more secure life where food and shelter are a guarantee, but there's something unnatural about it. (It does however make for easy photos.)

The photo above was taken of a baby gorilla. It was obvious who had the energy and who didn't; Mom had her "hand" on her forehead with a look of, "Why did I let myself get into this and where's your father, is he online again?"

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