I'm being stalked. Wherever I go. There they are. I'm stalked by a nonentity. My online life follows me like a shadow. Whenever I'm on my computer-which is pretty much always- there they are. 'You've looked at us' they're saying and 'we are not letting you forget it' You've got carts and we want to subtly remind you that there is a decision to be made. This is what I think as I see from the corner of my eye. Sites with pictures of where I've been pop up. Initial reaction 'Say What?' (long ago) would almost unnerve me. Who are you and how do you know what I'm up to? Uncle Sam is everywhere and knows everything. Maybe I thought I could stay home, not make a peep and be incognito. I'm not even sure I actually went that far. I just went online and got lost in one world or another. Didn't think I left a paper trail. Well, they see. They know. And they are not giving up. One might as well invite them in and just give them your wallet. They seem to know what I like and often remind me that 'in the same vein' they have more. If I liked this. 'What about that?' Endless. A leads to B leads to C.

I'm glad someone is out there reminding me that I have stuff in bags all over the internet world waiting for me to make a decision. Ok, hate decisions. Can barely make them. Waiting for me to spend the money. Hate that too. There never seems to be enough.

But I'm expanding horizons. The internet does. Why not me? I'm using internet shopping as therapy. Learning to make decisions and practicing the art of letting go. In therapy that would be called 'great work' In life an 'ah ha' moment. In reality I'm either going to look fly in my new purchases or not. Either way I've made a decision and let go. A win win. So I'm sticking to my stalkers. They help more than they can know.

I'm both excited and guilty about my new purchases. The therapy side of this situation says we need to work on something here. I'm ready. I need to enjoy this stuff guilt free.