Someone made a "My Space" using my identity, and information they took from this blog. They used my real name, so they either know me, and/or pay attention and follow me over and read my other friend's blogs.
I don't know what think. Nothing malicious was done, as far as I know---all they did was plug the two writing links I have. (Which they later took down after ignoring a message from me.) They accepted two friend invites from people I don't know. I followed instructions from My Space and they took it down, but now I have no way of knowing who this person is; unless of course I seek the help of law enforcement which I could always do. (So if you're reading beware.)
If it was a joke, it isn't very funny, and then why not come clean after I sent a message asking "wtf?? who are you?" If it wasn't a joke, then why such an innocuous aping?
What I am now left with is the feeling that I cannot say anything even remotely personal on this blog. Which begs the response, "Well duh, G! This is the internet, you are putting stuff out there that anyone, including crazy sickos can read." But yet hundreds of thousands of people do this daily, some using their children's real names, and the name of the town where they live.
About 20-25 read my blog with any regularity---way less than the volume of traffic that Lisa, Leesa and others get, which then makes me ask, why me? I feel like this just serves to point out how naïve I can be, and still am I guess, about the world and people, and that makes me feel sad and stupid. Doing this brings me joy, and I know a few of you who write me saying how much you enjoy reading my words... I know many people who would say, "I just don't get the whole blog thing," but yet those same people now come visit every day. Now, much like the class bully, someone has to come spoil it for the rest of us.
There is a good friend from my book club who comes every day. "G", can you imagine being able to come over, with "E", or "S" and have coffee while I rant about some stupid shit I read, or tell you what great new music I heard? It doesn't happen, we're all too busy, or caught up in our own lives at home. You can't even make it to book club anymore. I know this sounds lame, but I can't picture myself printing out my latest story or exercise and handing out at book club for you all to read. It seems bold, if not pretentious. Putting stuff here gives people a choice, and in turn I know who is interested and who cares. I like to talk to people. Here I can talk to tons of people without ever leaving my house.
I'm just thinking outloud really. It's too bad Blogger can't be made private and by invite, but then that discourages people. So many of you don't comment because it's too much trouble, or you think you need to sign up for something.
I have to think about all this. And if the person who did this is reading, shame on you. Get your own life. I am going to check other sites too, and keep monitoring My Space. If I find anything else I will get the police or a lawyer involved.