OH, GOOD LORD...
If you ever want to know just how many degrees truly separate you from everyone else, just let someone post a rumor about you on Facebook.
First, let me explain my feelings on Facebook. I enjoy having a profile, really I do. It's fun to be able to keep in touch with old friends, see their pictures, and send a "note" to them whenever you feel like it. Because I enjoy it as much as I do, I try to keep it a "Drama Free Zone" for myself, as in, I try not to talk about really private things on public threads and I try not to say things in my status that has TMI or a "poor me" sound to it. After all, that is what my blog is for, right? Heehee! However, not everyone feels the way I do about the site, and what I do not like about it is how quickly one tiny, innocuous statement can spread and mutate throughout the width and breadth of the universe!
Case in point: At some point early Tuesday afternoon, someone made this comment on my status update..."Have you picked out a name yet."
Let's all pause for a moment and reflect on this question and all that it entails.
Now please understand that my status update had *NOTHING* to do with anything that could possibly be construed as an announcement of procreation of ANY KIND. Within minutes, literally, I had people asking me "names? Names for what?" "Are you pregnant?" and all of that. The last post was Josh saying "Are you prego? If you don't tell me, I'm starting a rumor!" Unfortunately for me, I didn't check Facebook until the next morning, so I left all of these people dangling out in the wind about what was going on. At about 4:45 the next morning I happened to see all of this. Oy vey. Luckily I saw it before Josh started a rumor, and said that no, I was only chubby, not pregnant. Whew.
I figured that was pretty much that until I got to church last night. We had our annual Thanksgiving dinner, so I went down to the kitchen to get started helping out with the food. One of the ladies I work in the kitchen stopped me and asked if there was anything I needed to tell them. Of course, my mind immediately went to the whole Facebook debacle, but since this lady isn't on Facebook, I couldn't see how she would know about it. Then she asked if I was expecting.
Great googly moogly, y'all! Apparently one of the people who saw the original comment, a girl I used to go to church with and who now lives out of state, emailed her mother and asked if I was going to have a baby. The mother, who also lives out of state, then text messaged the lady who I work with in the kitchen, who then told the other lady on the hostess committee, to whom I also had to explain that, no, I wasn't pregnant. Yikes.
Honestly, I was touched that so many people would give a great, big darn about whether or not I was having a baby, so I couldn't get even remotely angry at anyone about it. I personally think it's hilarious.
The weird thing about how it started is that I don't really know the lady who posted that comment that well. I know her, or I wouldn't have added her as a friend, but I don't know her all that well. My first guess is that she made some kind of mistake and added that comment on my status when she must have meant to add it to what someone else had posted. Who knows? I never got an explanation from her about what she had heard or anything!
But just in cast your great grandmother's college roommate's niece's best friend's dentist's daughter's first grade teacher's gardener asks you if I'm pregnant, you can tell them no. :)