Surprisingly, it isn’t the things circled in green that tie the knot in the stomach.
Where we’re informed how data is collected. That data is collected regardless of whether we were asked or not.
Whether we like it or not and from where it’s collected from.
The lower green highlights being more about what will be taken away if you refuse.
That..I have no problem with. Not anymore.
We’re used to being forced to accept laws made about our persons on everything from general healthcare to sexual habits..without our permission.
So, a comparatively piddly software corporation’s soft core “shakedown” shouldn’t skin any major noses.
It’s the things circled in red that set the teeth on edge.
Those snide interjections of “asking you” or “informing you”. Which produces equally snide retorts of “what the hell for?”
A beating around a bush which announces the presence of not a strong and bold bully making equally strong and bold claims over your life, but a pussyfooting sneak.
Like knowing your husband is a sneak and a whore. You already suffer enough by the repeated abuses being done in front of your face as if you were some sort of imbecile unable to decipher the blatantly obvious. But when it’s done by a slouch shouldered mouse of a “man”, a simpering passive aggressive slug of a man..it intensifies the embarrassments even more.
It’s difficult enough being bested by anyone, never mind a sniveling bitch.
Why bother even asking in the first place if you’re going to do what you want anyway?
For what purpose does it serve to “assure” us that we’ll be notified of these actions after all is done or in the process of being carried out?
They’re out and out insults-these “we ask” and “we notify” remarks.
The worst amongst them being those “I agree” or “disagree” selections when we purchase anything digitally related. As if we’re a bunch of monkeys that need to jam our fingers on some big shiny button as a matter of habit to release a banana that’s going to be released from the chute anyway.
Many of us simply want to live our lives as hassle and gimmick free as possible. A good portion of us are aware that such expressions merely introduce the illusion of choice. It doesn’t mean we’re actually making a choice.
They’re time wasters that produce occasional upset from our siblings who start fires because they believed that they had a “choice” when they look down and notice the red welts from the cuffs being on too tight.
They seem to think they can “do something”, when in fact it often only brings up new laws and restrictions..so that we behave ourselves better in the future. Or shut up altogether.
Unless it satisfies some sort of sarcastic kicks, why not simply say
“Look, we’re going to do this and that’s that.” ?
Why not drop the trivial word games for the sake of efficiency?
Not that they would derive any sort of direct benefit from doing so.
Although our becoming more efficient producers and consumers could potentially be helped along a good measure by eliminating these types of energy sucks.
It would be one less irritant to squirm through for us. In a life already constipated by useless, worthless and needless muckery.
Like being married to a woman for decades who has let her hygiene, weight and all else go to hell.
You can’t leave her because she holds every last penny you earn.
Watching her shuffle through the house in her moth eaten slippers and scratch through folds of unfettered fat as she nags about everything under the sun…you’d rather not bear
looking if it can be helped at all.
“For chris’sakes woman,” one can almost hear the hypothetical plea of a hypothetical and repulsed spouse “would it hurt you to put on something decent once in a while?”
This is how some of us feel about these ridiculous “hints” in the “contracts” we’re supposed to agree to without saying a word.
“For chrissakes people..would it really hurt you to grow a little something…let’s say for instance, a spine or a pair of ‘you- know -whatzits’…so we can at least be spared having to look at what kind of sneaky eyed and greasy weasels we’re stuck dealing with for the rest of our god forsaken lives.
Surely, it’s time the Masters dropped this tiresome “wanna do good guy” routine in their various Terms Of Service and such.
When it’s so obvious that they’re acting like anything but.
photo By Stocked House Studio