True stories with a twist!

 

“Hi, Ken.” Those two shocking words greeted me when I opened my Facebook page recently. photo-1432888622747-4eb9a8efeb07.png

What do you mean, “Hi Ken,” my startled self asked? With no human being within hearing range there was no possibility of an answer. Where do you see anyone named Ken? There is not now nor has there ever been a Ken around here. I am Ronnie. Facebook has always been so warm and welcoming when I opened my page and saw the friendly, familiar, funky greeting, “Hi, Ronnie.” 

What has changed? Could it possibly be that I am now known as Ken: no longer Ronnie ? How could this happen? Who did it? Can this be a case of Russian meddling? 

Has my real identity been changed by Facebook? Is this a case of identity theft? Should I contact the FBI or CIA for clarification and help? 

Who else will start calling me “Ken?” Maybe I’d better check with the bank and find out whether I can still pay bills and write checks. Or maybe Ken would like to pay my bills and write checks to cover my expenses. That’s the least he can do for stealing my identity. 

If I am not real I wonder if Ken is. 

To be thorough I really should check my drivers’ license to be sure I can still legally drive. My name is only my opinion and not reality. I am beginning to have more respect for Franz Kafka, who in his book, “The Trial,” introduces a man who loses his identity without the help of Facebook. The frightening truth is that Kafka’s hero never finds the truth.

Find out the origin of this mistake, you say? Great advice. Except for one minor problem. 

Facebook provides no tech support, offers no complaint department, lists no telephone numbers. 

They don’t even have an email address that they’re willing to share. I am evidently who they say I am, not who I say I am. There is no one to question their records and nowhere that I can turn for help. Facebook can take away my name and assign it to anyone they choose. 

Pretty clever of them to change me into Ken. 

A man can easily be called Ronnie and still be recognized as a man. I am a woman with the same name, which can present difficulties. The man who introduced my husband and me was a guy named Ronnie, and nobody ever tried to erase his name. So why are they doing this to me? 

Why do I have a Facebook page in the first place? How did I get involved with this sleazy, identity changing organization? It all started when well meaning friends told me that becoming a Facebook member was the best way to stay in touch with my grandchildren and learn what they’re up to. Only members can access the pages of other members, so I’d have to become a Facebook member to be privy to this treasure trove of information. 

Reading grandchildren’s Facebook pages reveals some interesting information. You learn the teams they cheer for, the shows they watch, the classes they flop or soar in. You learn who their classmates and friends are. Although they may not tell you these facts, Facebook is their confidante and diary, and reveals this information. It’s a way to become part of their growing up. 

Because of the information Facebook provides I have subjects to broach with them, topics to discuss and sensitive situations to understand. Obtaining this knowledge in this way also gives me the unflattering, unofficial title of “snoop.” 

But is this worth losing my identity for?

Back at my computer Facebook is goading me on by sending me encouraging messages such as, “Become friends with Ken’s friends.” But if I am supposed to be Ken, his friends are already my friends.

What should I do if a message for me is sent to Ken? What if a message meant for Ken comes to me? Should I answer questions or be rude and ignore them? And what will he do with the messages meant for me? The complexities of this problem seem to grow by the minute. 

I am at a loss: don’t know what to do.

Tossing out the computer is an incredibly appealing idea. Forgetting I ever heard of technological advances for home use is even more appealing. 

But do I really want to return to snail mail?

Do I want to relearn and practice my cursive writing skills? The only use I now have for cursive writing is signing checks!

The answer to my dilemma strikes me in a miraculous instant! “Eureka,” the imaginary mad scientist cartoon in my mind shouts. “I’ve got it!” I will hit the “delete” button, get rid of Ken and my Facebook page, and start all over again with my true identity. 

Will you “friend” me? And please “like” me on Facebook. 

Comments on: "Facebook Identity Crisis " (35)

  1. Excellent post Ronnie, and so pleased I never joined, though the way Microsoft and google collects data too I am sure everything we type is stored and they know more about us than we do 🙂

  2. I don’t know, Ken. Are you possibly akin to a Ken I might know? Boy am I aKen to find out. Because, I don’t know who Ken is either? All I can say is, Facebook sure works in mysterious ways. Your thoughts, Ronnie, if that is your real name? 😀

  3. I’m betting Congress won’t do anything and Zuck won’t change anything. He’s being sharing user info for years and apologizing every time someone complains — without changing anything.

  4. The ins and outs of Facebook identity theft are beyond one’s Ken. 🙂

  5. FB have been pestering me too. Not with a new identity but every bloody day about boosted posts. They cost money, I have no money (nor inclination), so NO, bugger off Facebook.

  6. Whew! Just to be certain, I went to FB to see who I was. Thankfully I’m still Joanne .. for now.

    … but now I feel like no one is safe ….

  7. Had to laugh. Before Facebook, if we were called by the wrong name we would think the person muddled. Now we think we have been replaced. Cursive for checks??? Checks are on their way out too. Pretty soon you will only need cursive for grandkids graduation card greetings. Nice post, Ronnie. Enjoyed it.

  8. jnlmurphy said:

    so many unsettling relevant important personal aspects to unravel Fond regards Ronnie Lynn

    Jack Or Lynn jnlmurphy@aol.com

  9. I have never had FB change my identity but they do constantly annoy me.

  10. I had posted on FB about getting off of it several months ago when it became clear how FB was involved with the hacking of the elections. So many people urged me to stay on. It’s a platform for our blogs, connections to people, etc. I’m in the same boat as you– was planning to write about it today.

  11. Ha! I had to go check my FB page before responding. I didn’t even gt a welcome note! 🙂

  12. That’s a coincidence. I got ‘Hi, Barbie’ this morning. 🙂

  13. Certainly a thought provoking dilemma Ronnie, hold on to your sanity at all costs, do not lose your identity otherwise how will we know who you are, if you don’t know who you are, so confusing.

  14. Well Ken, I know don’t know how this Ronnie person got your account, but I’d suggest you change your password just incase. 😉

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Tag Cloud

%d bloggers like this: