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Internet Surveillance Creates Acute Panic Attack And Major Identity Crisis In This Blogger: Who Am I? 

In a moment of respite  from  some of my recent blogs about the Egyptian Revolution and the failure of political Islam,  I decided to take a break and read all my emails.

  What a Major Mistake!
  The massive internet surveillance that watches all over us for better or worse has suddenly created  a crisis  in my identity!

 

I recall the famous lines from my favorite film "Analyze This"  starring Billy Crystal and Robert DeNiro when Crystal is asked by the head of the Italian Mafia who is he, he responds,  “Who am I?”  He then pauses nervously and stammers, "Who am I ? That is the question for the ages."
  As for me,  I just had a bombardment of identity clues that confuses me as to my sexual identity,  my personal proclivities and even questions what my profession really is.

"al-gore-rhythms" that knew my buying habits and could even delineate my behavior patterns created a major identity crisis in me.

For example,  in one onslaught of advertisements which  I presumed were specifically selected by

  And here is why:

--Male Enhancement.

--Vaginal  Dryness Cream.

--Laser Hair Removal 70%.

-- Minoxidal 5%, 3months supply [makes hair grow].

--Fifty And Over Female Companions.

--Twenty-Five And Over Male Companions.

--ADHD Treatment.

--Learn To Be A Nurse on line.

--Memory Enhancement Formula.

--Become A Social Worker.

--Erase Mortgage Debt.

--New Mortgage Credit.

I think , my dear readers, you get the idea by now!

  So what could I do?
  I could go and talk to myself as a psychiatrist.   But that was too boring and a waste of my time.

  I could shut off the internet.  But then I would not know what happened to Kim Kardashian and her ex-boyfriend/baby daddy,  Kanye West. 

And what about Anthony Weiner? Could he “penetrate” the NYC mayoral candidacy to become the ‘biggest Dick’ of all?

Or Slick Willy Clinton and his incessant verbiage on the Existential Importance of Nothingness.

  And then how could I follow the desultory statements of POTUS talking about Tanzania when our country and the world is an economic crisis?

Then I thought long and hard.   In modern terms that is a ‘nano second’ and did the only reasonable thing a psychiatrist in an identity crisis can do:

 

I Pressed the DELETE BUTTON .

  And suddenly,  I felt that I was who I am.  Whomever that may be.

So I remained as I have always been in quiet search of an identity—whatever that may be.

Thanks for reading about this moment of respite.

  Why don’t you take a break?
  It’s kind of refreshing.