Having spent 7 (yes, seven) hours in a tire store waiting on my car, I can say that after reading stack after stack after stack of various magazines, I am up-to-date on. . .pretty much everything.
According to Forbes magazine, if you're not googable, you do not exist.
So, I googled myself, and found a few obscure pics of myself in another state, running.
I then made a resolution to make myself more googable, in case some world leader needs my sevices, except for a certain dictator, or two, or three. Then again, I've always wanted to go on an Anaconda-hunting expedition in Caracas.
I am happy to be an existing person. Un-personhood must be strange. Prole-like.