[ WP ] You decide to double check the permissions you 've given to certain apps . It turns out you gave them more permissions than you expected .

I did n't like her anymore. I did n't want to be with her anymore. I was done! I was free! I was finally on my own. 
 
 
 The hardest part of being on your own is actually being on your own and realizing that no one else was there to make me happy. I did miss her being there. I did n't miss her conversation or anything else about her really. She was kind of funny, kind of intelligent, and kind of kind. I felt myself wanting more though. I wanted to really laugh. I wanted to really think. I wanted to really be nice. In short, I wanted more out of the life I had. 
 
 
 It took a while to realize it with her, but we both had been feeling it for a while. That slow drag of monotony had just drank the fun from my life. Every day was a schedule. Get up. Walk the dog. Shower and get dressed. Pick up the carpool. Drive to work. Work. Lunch. Work. Drive carpool home. Pick up mail. Take out trash. Pick up take out from a locally recommended diner. Watch something on TV till we fell asleep. Have sex once a month. On the first Monday of the month, I could tell you exactly where I was going to be, what I was going to be doing, and with whom it would be, for the next 30 days. 
 
 
 I did n't want that anymore. She did n't want that anymore. More importantly, we did n't want that with each other anymore. So, I moved out. I moved into an apartment closer to work. I do n't have to carpool anymore. I just walk 15 minutes, take in some sun, and feel pleasantly refreshed. It's been two weeks. I'm getting more done at work. I am enjoying trying some restaurants I found in a book at the library. Oh yeah, I'm reading more now too. 
 
 
 Two weeks in, and I need to make the next step. I need to start moving on. I left my phone at our old place, but I just could n't go back to get it. I mean, I want her to be happy and all, and I am genuinely happy for her, but there is a chance that I will lose my resolve and fall blissfully back into the warm hands of stagnation once more. At my lunch break, I head to the Apple store and buy a new phone. Working with the Apple Genius, we go through my options, and luckily, I had an iCloud backup I could sync my new phone with from my old phone. The Genius re-installed my apps and asked if he wanted to automatically re-accept all my permissions and settings. 
 
 
 On a whim, I said no. I needed to take charge of my life again and find out what I had been doing all these years. So on my own, that night, I went through each and every app, reading what I had signed up for without really thinking about it. 
 
 
 Calendar app, turns out, any appointments I entered there to keep myself from forgetting were in fact, legally binding. 
 
 
 Contacts, have to be maintained, upon punishment of death. 
 
 
 Local restaurants, have to be subconsciously put into my brain through radio waves. 
 
 
 Worst part, this realization was actually on my calendar too... two weeks ago.
