Well, now it's all grown up and so am I, I guess and this is probably just me but it feels like big brother has now taken over. No more computer & internet ga ga. Playtime is over. Things are dead serious now even when we're supposed to have fun. You can't say anything or even get out of the house without something recording everything you say or do.
It's like in a way, things have lost their innocence, like in some dark fairy tale when you find out what the lovely old lady who lives in a house made of bread, cake, and sugar actually actually feeds on. You didn't really think it was bread, cake, and sugar, now did you? I know I did.