Summary

The author recounts a bizarre personal experience where their private outburst about feeling "horny" was seemingly echoed back to them during a phone call with a customer service representative from Charter, leading them to question the nature of privacy and the possibility of being constantly monitored.

Abstract

In a personal narrative titled "My Real Life Glitch in the Matrix Moment," the author describes an unsettling incident where, after expressing a private thought aloud in their car, they receive a phone call from their cable and internet provider, Charter, during which the representative echoes the author's exact private sentiment in a disturbing and inappropriate manner. This event prompts the author to reflect on the feeling of being constantly observed and the potential for technology to intrude on personal thoughts and spaces. The author, who initially feels irritable and notices peculiarities in their environment, such as the sun shining too brightly and the inconvenience of traffic, is taken aback when the customer service agent asks if they are "so f*****g horny," mirroring the author's solitary exclamation. The surreal interaction leaves the author questioning the privacy of their thoughts and whether they are ever truly alone, considering the possibility of living in a simulated reality where everything is observed and perhaps even manipulated.

Opinions

The author believes that their private thoughts may have been monitored or overheard through their phone or another device, as evidenced by the customer service representative's inappropriate comment.
There is a sense of discomfort and violation regarding the potential lack of privacy in modern life, with technology possibly allowing unauthorized access to personal moments.
The author entertains the idea that life might be a predetermined routine, akin to a simulation or the plot of "The Truman Show," where daily activities are predictable and repetitive.
The experience has made the author more cautious about verbalizing thoughts, suggesting a belief that spoken words might influence one's reality or be used against them.
The incident has led to a lingering paranoia about the extent of surveillance and the involvement of "Uncle Sam" or other entities in personal affairs.
Despite the unsettling nature of the event, the author maintains a philosophical outlook, ending the narrative with a "Namaste" greeting, indicating a respect for the universe and the mysterious forces within it.

My Real Life Glitch in the Matrix Moment

This really happened to me, like in real life.

Do you ever feel like the world revolves around you? Like, truly everything you do feels like you have a stalker, or someone or something confirming your most personal thoughts, feelings, fears, and ambitions.

I know we’ve all noticed it on FaceBook. We’ll be talking with a friend about grocery delivery services, then all of the sudden your newsfeed is full of advertisements with specially designed meal plans for your specific dietary needs. Ok, yes, my phone has a microphone, and I likely gave FaceBook permission to access it under the fine print. Thou shall know all my secrets.

My glitch in the matrix story.

I’m driving home in my car minding my own business. I completed my afternoon errands alone and the drive is quiet. I have the radio on but all of the stations are playing commercials at the same time. It’s annoying. I am feeling irritable for no particular reason. The sun is shining ridiculously bright, cars are parked along the side of the road making it a one-way street, so every time another car approaches one of us has to pull to the side. Nothing particularly bad was happening, I just wasn’t feeling it.

I approached a stop sign and stopped. I yelled, loudly, PRIVATELY, alone by myself in the car, “I am so F*****G horny!”

My phone rings. It’s an 866 number I do not recognize, but I feel like letting off some steam so I answer with the intent of yelling at them to take me off of their call list.

It’s Charter, my cable and internet provider. A man with a thick middle eastern accent is on the other end asking if I am interested in lowering my bill?

Absolutely! Please connect me with the representative who can lower my rate. Wow! Maybe I had been too quick to judge the day. The sun was shining beautifully. The lens I was viewing the world had changed. My day was looking up. I am beautiful, loving, a great mom. Angels are suddenly singing! I love this neighborhood.

“Hello.” another man with a middle eastern accent picks up the line and pauses.

Before he even pitched anything I explain that I really need to lower my bill, I am very interested in the new rate being offered.

“How do you like it when you are horny?”

“Excuse me?” I must have misheard.

“Are you so f*****g horny?”

“Excuse me?”

I am now on high alert. I look around my surroundings. Like maybe someone followed me. Perhaps I know the person walking their dog, I thought desperately trying to make sense of the situation. I did not recognize said person. And I was a mile away when I shouted to myself, ALONE, minding my own business in the privacy of my own intimate thoughts. What was happening?

“Are you deaf?” the man asked.

“I was holding for someone about my bill.”

“Are you f*****g deaf!?! Can you even hear me!? I want to give it to you in the ass!”

I hung up the phone. That was weird. That was so, so, so weird.

That was two months ago, and I am still trying to process the situation.

Are we never really alone? Is Uncle Sam really always watching us? How did these perverts get my phone number? Are we really living in a simulation, creating our own unique video game every day?

I can absolutely see my life in similar circumstances from the movie, “The Truman Show.” I do the same things every day. Life is routine, expected, monotonous. I drive my son to school, go to work, come home and have the same conversation with my partner every day, work on some writing or social media posts for work, dinner, light yoga, television, and bed. Every. Single. Day.

I have absolutely zero answers as to what happened that day. But it freaked me out. I know one thing is certain. I am going to be very careful about the language I use, and what I speak out loud into the universe moving forward.

Maybe one day will I get my Charter bill lowered if I speak it into existence.

Until then, Namaste.