cyber anxiety

I am not a fearful person. In fact I loathe being afraid. I am suspicious of organizations that rule by fear (that easily includes almost all religions, dictatorships, bad parenting, hot drink movements....) Yet I am ruled by one fear, the fear of the online me. I google myself in regular intervals. No, not in the way of some 7 years ago when I giddily embraced my new found notoriety on this world-wide stage called the Internet. I must be somebody worth writing about, I innocently and vainly thought. So 20th century. That elation is years gone. I now google myself as my own cop, monitoring what is out there about me. Patrolling the cyber streets of Dagmar Hovestadt. And mostly I now shudder.
I have a website so the aggregators like vultures feast on information and photos that I put out there. At least it was me who made that available for all to see. So no secret there. Yet I had potential clients and friends in mind, people I know, I had met in real life when I started the site, not pipl.com, snitch or 123people who put my online info in neat files that read like dossiers. I am linkedin and on xing, the business versions of social networking sites. Another big chunk of data on me I voluntarily feed to the vultures. No Facebook, no MySpace, no Hi5, no Twitter, I avoid those for what it's worth.
A while back I found my actual birth date, ethnicity and a file number of a court case on criminal searches. Driving too fast in Eastern Arizona and getting caught by a highway patrol officer will lead to that. At the time that event happened 5 years ago and I had gone to online (!) traffic school to take care of the ticket. Successfully. I was incensed over the entry in criminalsearches. Called the court in Eastern Arizona asking them to close access to my file. Which, to my surprise, a very eager clerk promised to do. "Shouldn't be available online, your case. It was all taken care of. It should be sealed in 48 hours." Of course that wouldn't take it off that website of a private company that scours public "criminal" records, feeds their server and makes it available to anyone through their website search.
So I sent an e-mail to the website, stubborn and curious, convinced it would be a cry in the desert. I did mention "cease and desist" in the e-mail and "lawyer". Within 20 minutes I had a reply, from Vanessa who informed that they did receive my request to edit information on me and that the process is completed. To my satisfaction. I cannot be found on their website anymore. Score! I was proud to have slain one of the dragons. But really - how many other sites are out there looking for data on me? And who else is? What for? Who am I out there to whom? Maybe I am just way too paranoid and take myself too seriously. Classic 20th century. So worried about my privacy. Holding on to that feeling for as long as I can. Which unfortunately fills me with cyber anxiety, my own version of a Woody Allen relationship to the (cyber) world.