I woke up this morning to find an e-mail from some guy I've never heard of before, telling me that my account at an online store had been hacked. From the e-mail subject line, I thought it was a mass mailing, but when I opened it up, I found all of my personal information -- address, phone number and credit card number.

I think I'd be a little more upset if I hadn't moved from that address, left the job where I used my work phone number and cancelled a while back the credit card that I used to make the purchase. But the fact that the information was so readily available to complete strangers scares me. And then last month, someone used my name and e-mail account to spoof spams.

It's one of those things where you don't think it's going to happen to you -- it only happens to other people, so your little perception of security is safe. And then it's completely shattered. I guess that's why people were so blissfully ignorant of the possibility of terrorism in our country, until it finally happened. I suppose it was only a matter of time.

We're all targets in some way, shape or form. Be it some terrorist radical, some hacker, or some psychotic stranger, the world is turning out to be a much less safe place than Mom and Dad assured me it would be when I was growing up. And now I have to call some company to yell at them and act appropriately indignant.

Update: I called their toll-free number, and it was busy. I must not have been the only person to get this kind of e-mail.