Experiencing "Tracking" by the microchips (or being tracked by wierdos) in the modern world !

I wonder if other people have experienced being tracked by the phone you carry or any other card with micro chips in it ?

It is a continuous life experience i have had since year 2000 on wards .

Tracking has been the reason why i dont have a mobile phone even if i would like to have one . Another item with tracking is the PC . I had bought a PC in Dubai which i had to throw away because of the parasites which followed me around in it .... later on i discovered it had been recouped and given as a gift to a black person . Another PC i bought had the same issue after i had given it to an american friend to use .... i noticed how she had given it to some one else .... this one too meant that i was followed by some people who seriously wanted the PC and knew i was going to get rid of it .... i threw it into the sea , so that no one who needed it could reach it . A lot of the tracking has made me throw the things i buy ie to get rid of them so that they would not be useful to others. Usually i dont like to throw anything but this kind of game is too much .... in any case the people who get these items should know that the item they are using has been the property of some one who didnt want to give it away but wanted it for their own use.

The same thing happens with shoes .... i got a pair which had men tracking them .... very flirtatious but i really didnt need that sort of thing at all.

if you put tracking everywhere .... what a boring world ... as said by Susanne ; "only the weather is spontaneous " and perhaps not for long.

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