When I look at a screen these days, a bunch of ads are tapping me on the shoulder trying to get my attention. I can’t even play a game on my phone, watch a show on my laptop, or send an email without a barrage of ads whispering, “Psst, buddy. Have I got a deal for you!”
And they’re sneaky. Like they know what I’ve been talking about. The ads align with something I’ve said that week. I’ll randomly mention somebody’s smart watch dying, and soon there are ads for smart watches on everything I look at.
I mostly ignore them. I don’t remember the ad I saw an hour ago on my Yahtzee with Buddies game. But those things seep into my soul, I’m positive. What goes into my brain affects what comes out in terms of my desires. Input = output.