Some Progress. Some Fears.

Previously on Memesist, I announced I was divorcing myself from a tie (made of many smaller ties) that has bound and nearly gagged me.  A tie that was choking me.  A tie that was trying to starve me. Google!

This week was busy, hectic, uncertain, high, low and every night I numbed out until early morning, then started it over again.  Lot’s occurred, but I can’t entirely remember. Next week I will make three simple goals, and go after them with focus.

I am proud of three very recent accomplishments that occured in the last 60 minutes amidst several, unrelated phone calls and emails.  I have cut a few of the smaller ties.

• DONE! Unhook from the reader.google.com
• DONE! Shut down analytics.google.com
• DONE! Clear my schedule from calendar.google.com

I didn’t expect it to be easy.  Anticipated it would be tricky.  These assumptions probably were the reason that it took an hour.  I lived up to my own expectations.

Whatever.  Three of the binds are severed.  In order to shut down the whole deal, to remove account entirely, I have about 8 or 9 other binds to snip.

But I accomplished something today.  Just want me to be clear about that, for myself.

They know too much.  Absolute knowledge corrupts absolutely.  I know I have bastardized the previous statement.  Please don’t correct me.

Here is what I am afraid of aside from my kids getting either mugged or lice.  I am afraid that google will cripple me and my entreprenuerial endeavors.  Cripple as in remove all my bones.  Could they do this.  Yep.  I am less than a spec of dust in a giant’s eye (another kimya reference).  I could get blacklisted.  They could send rays of combined internet buzzes from a satelitte orbitting over me now, of a photographer taking pictures of the building in which I compose this, and electrocute/zap/scorch/singe me to a messy pile of w, w, w’s.  This is NO dramatic understatement.  They could.  They have absolute power.  More than the US GDP.

I just got off the phone with my therapist.  Last paragraph caused a panic attack.  In the worst case scenario, I could get zapped.  If this occurs, then, I’d write a book and become a kazillionaire!