Let me ask you a question

Isn’t this how we get to know one another? You meet a stranger and you have to find something to talk about than the weather and the local teams lousy scoring.

Schools and business titles are always good icebreakers. Family make-ups and shelter location can be share as public domain but then what?

You start getting into that tender area of politics and religion. Unless you agree these conversations can become triads of horror, like a Thanksgiving family supper.

So when the wide world of the Internet ask you for answers to questions, do you ever consider where that information goes. Whether you lie you face off like a late night bar story or give a bit that can be examined and expanded, we love to talk about ourselves.

Your ‘friends’ who may comment thus putting private images into another’s content can witness even the fuzzy photos of family and friends.  Videos can be tampered with fake descriptions posted on other sites without your permission.

We like to gather and share information on ‘liked’ topics but through the boisterous chatter is there any importance to it all? Not only what you say ‘face-to-face’ other comments can become overheard gossip.

If you like a jacket and get a text or twit or whatever advertising that jacket at a great deal, do you wonder how they knew? If you talk about cars to old school mates and suddenly you are inundated with forums and chat rooms on automobiles? If you sell something on a marketplace do you get bombarded with real estate agents?

One of my favorites is “How are you doing?” when meeting someone. You don’t care how they are doing but it is a socially acceptable welcome. Usually your get a reciprocal response of “I’m doing well, how are you?” This could go on forever when you could have said, “Take a seat” or a simple “Welcome”. Unfortunately you may get a true answer of, “I’ve got a pain of bunions and my car insurance ran out and my kids moved back home but we are being evicted and I think my wife is having an affair.” What can you say? “Oh and my dog died.”