The real me?

Want to find out who you really are? Start a blog. Yes, some people respond to what you write, but if you sign up for Google Ads, you get a whole new insight into the subliminal side of your words.

Have a look at what is displayed to the left of this article. I had nothing to do with the ads that are placed there. In fact, there may be a few philosophies that I don’t agree with at all. I have clicked on a few, just to see what they are. Some seem to be really far out. Is this an indication of how bizarre my writing really is?

My suspicion is that Google looks for key words in my articles and matches the ads with the words.

For example, an article called “The Game of the Keys to Life” produced ads about locksmiths. Another that compared people to ice cream flavours brought up ice cream companies. I used “word” in another and got something promising to “break through traditional teachings to truth and the word of life.”

So I am going to have a bit of fun here and put some words in this text, just to see what happens.

You may not know it, but if you click on the ads, I get paid a small amount. I certainly wonder if many people will click on some of them. Maybe if I mention Britney Spears, Donald Trump, Paris Hilton or Pamela Anderson, I will get ads that people will click on more.

What other ads might increase my wealth? Should I confess my secret desire to own a Jaguar in an effort to get something that will excite the readers? Perhaps I should be more green and wish for a fuel-efficient car.

Regardless, have fun looking at what this article has generated. Whatever you do, don’t let me encourage you to click on the ads, even if it might make me a bit of cash. The Google gods don’t like this.

However, if you don’t forward this article on to 10 of your friends in the next 5 minutes, you won’t be as lucky as a guy in Kentucky who won a lottery when he did so. You might be like the individual in Galway, Ireland who lost everything he had.

While I embrace the new technology, there are times when I miss curling up with a good, old-fashioned letter through the post office.