I believe I’m going to be one of those who will hold-on to the original meaning of “check-in” for as long as I can.

Today, checking-in can mean anything like announcing to the great mass of  “friends” on Facebook specifically where you are exactly at that very moment while getting your blackheads purged at this posh salon, eating a cookie at Mrs. Fields,  having a soda at a food court, being bored at the hottest club of your city or at the terminal waiting to board en route to Venice.

I find it rather baffling why people would want everyone to know where one is at that very moment.

It’s not being paranoid, really.  But if people know that your entire household will be out of the house for two weeks, leaving your home unattended for that span of time, it could be an open invitation for unsavory characters whom you don’t ever want coming near your house (or going in it).  Also, telling people that you are currently at this cafe or resto can pretty much mean running into people you might not want to see at that time.  Sometimes, if not almost always, I like enjoying my food in peace — uninterrupted — if not for the company I choose to share it with.

Also, perhaps people would like to rethink posting specific automatic addresses, like where one lives.

Then there are those who regularly post that they are sick (every week), have menstrual cramps or posting medical diagnoses as well as airing  relationship or marital issues on social media. Honestly, this is not something that I think needs announcing to the 8,759 friends and their neighbor.  What we do on Facebook, Twitter or personal blogs pretty is a good reminder that people, indeed, have a need to express ourselves in all forms no matter how mundane.

However, I think even with the evolution of behavior along with technology, some things still need a shroud (if not even an ounce, please?) of privacy.

Just because.