Why Is Privacy So Eroded. I Get Treated Like A Nutcase If I Say No, I Don't Want Strange Companies Taking

why is privacy so eroded. I get treated like a nutcase if I say no, I don't want strange companies taking pictures of my home and putting them online for maps or whatever. I don't want to be in the background of your tiktok, and I think it's weirder for you to assume I'm okay with it than it is for me to politely ask you to refilm it so my face isn't in the frame. I don't enjoy handing my employer a list of every online account I have and feeling under surveillance when I'm just shit posting or sharing pictures of my cats or garden harvest. I don't want to hear your private calls on speaker on the bus, esp when the person on the line doesn't know you're broadcasting their words to strangers. I don't want an algorithm guessing what will piss me off the most so I spend more time online, engaging with shit I don't want to see or hear out of outrage. I don't want any of this. it's total ass.

deleting my account was such an impulsive decision and i honestly can't tell whether or not i regret it. because on one hand half my followers were random people twice my age with no common interests and it had all my old posts on it and i didn't like the way people saw me and it just wasn't fun anymore, but on the other hand i basically have to start over now (which i wanted but is also really annoying). i can't find all my mutuals and some of them might not even recognize me and i have to follow all the tags and artists i like all over again. i probably wouldn't have done it if it weren't for that "weird characters" post getting a million gazillion notes and messing things up and i wish i could keep the old account as a sideblog while using this one as my main but what's done is done i guess.

Day 121: warm

Watering the moon garden with tar. Started out as a redraw turned into its own thing