Notes from friends started to pour in. “Linda, what’s this all about?” I looked at the scribble they encapsulated in their own that said, “impressiev. i'm usre ti's you drnk on tihs vidoe.” And below it, I surmise was a video of a drunk woman.
I didn’t open it to find out.
But what I recognize was the plan of an intelligent person who had the brains to use the word, impressive, but to spell it, and everything else, incredibly wrong.
But my big question is, WHY? Why does anyone choose someone, I suspect, he or she does not know, to spread this lie and send it to all of my friends on Facebook? Why would he or she then attack all the women I know, whose names start with the letter “L” and send it to their friends?
There is surely no money to make in this venture; no fame to gain and only a personal snicker, if that, for the discomfort it causes the people framed for the stupidity of the spammer.
I've never been spammed before and I always thought that spammers sought to steal a source of income when they crack your password to get to your files. But in this instance, there was nothing for them, but shame for me that my name was used in this way.
Was that the purpose? Why me? Where is this idiot who wants to hurt thousands of people…not just me?
I spent a good deal of time last evening, thinking about the value of Facebook for me. Yes, I have met some extraordinary people on this social utility and some very silly ones as well. I’ve gotten to know dog lovers like me and book enthusiasts who have read my new novel and write their own stellar fiction.
There would be no other way for me to meet these people—some of whom live rather near me, and some in the United Kingdom, Australia and Canada. It doesn’t seem to matter. We grow close because of our interests and happiness we share in celebrating each other's victories and occasions. We also share compassion for those who suffer with loss or illness.
So what shall I do? I could just talk to many of these people privately, through private email and not remain on the public forum, or I could have faith that this will never happen to me again. I'm not sure what I'll do.
I’ll let you know when I decide.