[today’s run: 3.4 miles]
I had a nice run this evening.
The big news on the internet is about the hacking of a “dating” site for married people called Ashley something. I’m not sure how their “service” worked, but I am sure that putting your name, address and credit card information in such a system almost has to end badly. If you get what they are selling, that will be bad. If you don’t get what they are selling, that will be bad. And the actual outcome was probably the worst: some hackers broke in and grabbed their customer database and posted it on the internet.
If you’re not clear on this just let me be the first to tell you: the information you type into a website you are entrusting to someone else. Even if those people attempt to be trustworthy it still may get away from them. Just ask Target or the IRS.
I haven’t looked at the list of people in the stolen data. I really don’t want to know. Most of my life I’ve been that way: I’d rather not know the details of other’s failings just like I’d rather they not know mine. Looking back, sometimes that has been a mistake, maybe, but generally it has worked out OK.
The other thought I had about this: I think I’ve been very fortunate to not know how to get myself into trouble. At certain junctions in life I might have been inclined to drift from the straight and narrow (hah!), but I really never have had much opportunity. If you wake up some day and really want to go score some crack cocaine (just an example), it’s probably good that you don’t have the faintest idea where to start. Oh well. Eat another cookie. You’ll get fat but you’ll probably be able to keep your job. Some sins are just easier to deal with in the consequences department.
A certain amount of ignorance is a blessing.
So it’s my thinking that it’s best not to know who was “selling” on the Ashley website. Maybe I could stoke up my pride by bringing others down. But, no. I’ve already got an overabundance of pride anyway thank-you-very-much.
And if you’re on the Ashley site, well I’m rather a glutton and lazy to boot. I’m headed for my circle of hell like everyone else. So we could toast each other with a fiery drink from a dipper of self righteousness (we’ve got barrels of the stuff)… or look to Jesus. He offered “living water” and that sounds pretty good.