Y’all gave the exact reaction I thought you’d give. Jumping and hissing like I bit you in the face.
First of all, to all of those all to glad to jump to conclusions, I do value privacy as much as everyone else. I don’t like people questioning me and messing with my business, to a degree.
Also, in contrary to what some of the crow’s links suggest, I don’t have anything in particular against someone else’s choice to keep their privacy. I don’t give a damn what others do. If you’re all secretive and stuff, your thing.
I still wonder why would I, or anyone else, be upset over being monitored, or knowing people know stuff about me.
Suppose I have cameras all around in my house. What would I do that no one else does anyways? Anything I do in my house is what everyone else does. Why should I care if the public knows it?
Why should I care if I find out what others do, through accident, or out of some necessity?
Is it because of shame? Why should I be ashamed of, say, taking baths, defecating, having sex with a spouse, on not-a-spouse, watching porn, or doing anything else? Again, everyone does that anyways.
And when it comes to stalkers, it’s not the fact that they’re watching you that is harmful, but the fact that they are bothering, harassing, threatening you and others you know. But if someone is just staring at you or following you, without doing any harm, why would you be uncomfortable? Are you afraid of judgment? Why would you be afraid of it? Do you really care what a stranger may think of you? Why do you care? What is it that you’re afraid the stranger would find out?
The another thing is that seeming paranoia, shown in @Mimishu1995‘s answer and @EC’s links.
Someone knows some info about you. Shit, they’ll use it against you!
I mean, why would someone actually care about your credit card number? Why would someone give a damn who are you, what is your number, what you buy, where you go… even if they knew, why do you immediately assume they will abuse that knowledge and do you harm? by “you”, I don’t refer to anyone in particular.
I see one same guy at the bus station. I know where he lives, in which part of the village, when does he travel, where he comes off. Do I really care about all that? Would I abuse it? No, I don’t care. I just know it, through accident. The same way, people, random strangers, like a clerk in the drug store, know stuff about me, but I don’t care if they use it against me in any way. The clerk knows what cigarettes I buy simply because he works there and I come nearly every day, and buy the same brand. Will he use it against me? Does he gossip about me with other workers or customers? I don’t know. I don’t care. Why would I?
What exactly do you fear someone would find out about you? Are you doing anything shameful? Are you the only one that does it? Why would anyone care, even if they know? Why do you immediately think that the info someone has about you will be used against you? again, I use the global “you”, not pointing at anyone in particular
What is it in us that makes us so…..protective….of our stuff, like there are some grave consequences if someone is informed even about the smallest details about us?
I’m not talking only about government surveillance, or criminals, that may be punished for what they do. I talk about privacy in general. People hate even if a neighbour simply peeps into their backyard, as if there are dead bodies there, even if you’ve never done that and there is absolutely nothing out of ordinary about your backyard.
We lock our doors and buy vicious dogs, and take all other measurements to protect ourselves from the ones that will attack us without a doubt, but at the same time, to shelter from the world and create our own bubble no one will ever be able to enter without permission. As if we’re doing something no one should ever know about, or else.
@Seek does have some point there; no one is obligated to know what we do, nor do we have obligation to know about others. However, even if someone wants to know, why would we hide it?
That is what I’m talking about. I’m not “having no value”, I’m as uncomfortable about it as anyone else. I just wanted to understand why do I mind it, why would I have the need to hide anything, as if I’ve done something “wrong” or “shameful”, even if I didn’t, and my life is as mundane as much as everyone else’s.