For those of you who have been around for the past three years, you probably know that I am an active tweeter. I actually have my most recent tweets in the toolbar to the right of the screen, if you’re interested. (You’re not. I’m so horribly out of pocket there, you really don’t want any part of it.) I’m just an interactive girl. An extrovert. I love speaking to those who address me regularly. It’s not uncommon for tweets to become IMs, which become texting, which becomes hanging out. Three of my CLOSEST friends I’ve made this past year, I met through Twitter.
A week or so ago, a young woman with whom I interacted regularly, was revealed to be a Pinocchio – not a real girl. She and I weren’t necessarily friends, but we spoke regularly and laughed at one another’s jokes. When she said that she got married, I congratulated her. I also congratulated her when she said she was pregnant. I prayed for her and her unborn when she told me she was going through cancer treatments. It turns out that whoever was being portrayed in those pictures, was not her. It’s such an odd feeling of betrayal. What does one get out of faking an existence?
This past week, someone I interacted with regularly via twitter and IM TOTALLY went off the meter on me. Since I respond to this person’s messages, as I spent time with my family, they proceeded to harass me not only all evening (during the Saints game), but all night, well into the morning. I SPECIFICALLY asked that they stop contacting me, and yet they continued to insist that I speak to them. Each time I shut off an avenue of communication, I discover another nook or cranny I didn’t consider. In a way, he was a Pinocchio as well, because he existed in a mind state that was not rooted in reality.
I’m a very what-you-see-is-what-you-get type person, so when a person misrepresents who they are, what they want from me, and how they behave, it troubles me greatly. What those two situations have done, is made me question the way I navigate twitter. Is the mystery girl someone who still follows me? It would stand to reason that “she” could be one of the people she regularly tweeted, to lend credence to her existence. Maybe the person she ACTUALLY is follows me as well. Do I tweet them regularly? It makes me worry when it comes to my e-stalker. Who’s to say that the next person I follow, that attempts to befriend me, isn’t him in disguise. I do not like being made to feel unsafe.
I joked earlier about having a stalker, but this actually has me low key shook. When a person misrepresents who they are, you are somewhat defenseless in how to approach them. It makes me sad, because I’ve met some AMAZING people through Twitter. But I need to feel secure, and I’m responsible for the security of other people. I’m hoping that people who attempt to be “creative” with reality, whether it’s lying about who they are, or deluding themselves into something that isn’t, give consideration to the people they impact. They should also give consideration to the fact that I am currently in the market for a weapon. I don’t believe in living in fear, so something has got to gie.
Most of all, I hope that those people leave me alone. Go right ahead and sell crazy somewhere else. I’m all stocked up.