Lately I have noticed the power of Facebook.  The extreme power that anything you like and/or post on Facebook has to your few hundred closest friends.  There are bajillions of posts you scroll through daily, most of which you pass by, but some cause you to pause, reflect, and think what a lovely sentiment that is.  Not necessarily because you are currently, or have ever gone through something similar, just because you think it is well written.  Well, be careful which ones you decide to “like” or “share” because no matter what the topic, people will think you are currently plagued by those emotions.  Half the time I think my old fingers probably just hit “like” on my phone without me even knowing.  I can only imagine what people have surmised about me from that.

Today, however, after posting a funny status relating to figuratively getting knocked down, I received concerned texts about my wellbeing.  I was so busy laughing at the funny I had just made that it didn’t even occur to me people might think I am afflicted by something. Don’t get me wrong, I am so fortunate to have family and friends that instantly check to make sure I am not in fact in need of support, but you really have to watch what you do on Facebook. Or do you??? This could be really fun. Endless possibilities of messing with people.  (Insert sinister laugh here)

I often make references to being a pole dancer and a porn star just to keep people guessing, but how many other posts can I “like” to see how concerned people will get.  If I play my cards right I can have all of my “best friends” actually believing I am questioning my identity, a card-carrying member of the NRA, a polygamist, have spent time in jail, a born again Christian, and a recovering heroin addict.  I would guess it wouldn’t take longer than a week before I open my front door to get the mail and walk in to an intervention.  I should probably buy a new outfit for that.