I have a MySpace page, in case you didn’t know. I have had a lot of bizarre e-encounters with “friends” who have requested my friendship through MySpace. A while back, I went through and released a lot of my friends, bringing it down to a more manageable and believeable number for myself. I have become very selective on who I now accept into my friendship circle. (In the hopes of minimizing the bizarreness) I no longer accept friendships from random bands who are seeking to increase their “fan base.” I no longer accept friendship from anyone I do not know or do not have friends that I recognize from my own base.
So… today, I log into MySpace and I have two friendship requests. As par for my course now, I opened the profiles of these maybe-future-friends. The first one seems to be some sort of environmentally friendly dude that is into all things natural. Sorta along my line of thinking and although I didn’t see anyone I knew there, I liked his space. It felt nice. One new friend. Wahoo!
The second one, I was curious about. A beautiful black, young woman posing against a fence. I felt leery, at first, because I have seen way too many MySpace spaces that rope me into something innocent-looking that is so NOT innocent underneath the surface. Timidly, I opened her space and stopped breathing when it popped up immediately. There was nothing awful or scary or pornographic. No. That wasn’t why I had stopped breathing. I stopped breathing because this is what I saw…
I stopped breathing because there, at the top of her page, were my very own words, my very own quote, from MY website, which you can get to through a link on my MySpace home page. I stopped breathing because this was the first time in my life that MY words had touched someone in a way that they used them as a “famous quote.” You cannot see it here, but her whole page is covered with famous quotes from famous people. And MY quote is HER quote right now. OMG! It feels so surreal.
(Now… the cynical side of me is noting that this could very well be some sort of hack/scam/phishing scheme and I am going to regret accepting her friendship.)
Patooey on the cynical side of me, right now! Right now, in this moment, I am going to revel in this beautiful discovery and believe that it is for real. I am going to believe that she was touched by that quote and that is why it is there on her page.
I feel happy!
Oh… and… this week’s Meditation Prisoners of War has been available for quite some time. If you would like to read it, CLICK HERE.
