What's this all about?

As it turns out, I'm terrified of putting a lot of personal information on the Web. So don't plan on reading about my inner most thoughts and feelings. Hah. I blame it on my parents. I won't throw away a piece of mail without ripping my name off every inch of it then tearing it into as many pieces as possible. My parents have gone through three paper shredders, all of which made it to the trash from over use. We just use a box to put mail in, and once a week, my dad burns the contents. Is it all that surprising that the 'net scares me?
Parents really are funny. Last summer my dad had issues with a columnist from our daily newspaper. One day he finally wrote a letter to the editor, and by wrote, I mean pen in hand. I had to type it and e-mail it for him. It's really kind of adorable. I respect and admire my dad more than anyone in the world, but he has no clue how a computer works, let alone the internet.
Maybe I should feel ashamed. Growing up in "Generation X," I guess I should be all about technology and fast accessible information. I am just not when it comes to me, which is the only reason I won't be famous.