I don’t like how much Gmail knows what I am doing. Freaks me out when it knows I love Tara or that I am struggling in yoga. Freaks me out.
Also makes me a little jealous. Every time I search for something, Google uses that information to build a profile for companies who want to market to people like me. It’s smart and I am jealous that I make their lives so successful when I google things like “dropped Blackberry in oven what next” or “can border collies eat almonds.” Freaks me out.
Gmail noticed I typed the word “attached” in an email and asked where my attachment was. Doesn’t need to be an actual attachment, Gmail. Maybe I am just attached to Tara.
Stop being a spying robot, Google. You know I am writing this, don’t you? Leave me alone.
Freaks me out.