Hey, I was digging through my writing and came across this copy for one of my daily “4:20″ commentaries on my former radio show and thought I’d share with you today …
So I was on vacation last week and as I said to my Assistant before I left “It’s my strong preference not to be on the phone or emailing or texting while on holiday.”
Right? What is a vacation when you’re still using da brain?
But I did check Facebook from time to time. I checked Facebook because as a mother who’d left her two babies home with a sitter, I like to stay in communication with the babysitter, and Facebook was her method of choice.
My last status update was as follows: ” Shaun Proulx is unplugged”. When I was next back on Facebook, in my inbox there was a message from someone named Jason White. I didn’t know him, but I don’t know all my Facebook friends. The subject line was a mere question mark, and the message read: “How long have you been sick?”
I thought maybe he’d seen my status update about unplugging and was confused, so I simply wrote back: “Huh?”
The next day, checking Facebook to make sure my babies were okay, there was nothing from the sitter, but there was a reply from Jason:
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” he wrote.
I felt a weird unease in the reading of this. I clicked on his profile. Like I said, I don’t know all my Facebook friends, and it turned out that Jason and I weren’t even acquainted, though we did apparently have 34 ‘friends’ in common. I also noticed he was from Fort Worth Texas, which also seemed odd, to be getting some cryptic messaging from someone in Bush Country.
I don’t know why I bothered to respond, but I wrote back, simply, “I’m quite healthy, thanks.”Â And in the sending of that message back, I knew I was dealing with a sketch and regretted even bothering.
Jason wrote back: “Yeah, healthy.Â You and the other 25% of gays with AIDS.”
Charmed, charmed.Â I wasn’t sure where his assumptions were coming from or why he was taking the time to target me, but I felt so grossed out.Â I’m all about head space, and didn’t appreciate such a gross feeling during my R&R time.Â It dawned on me to reply to him and then it dawned on me to report him to Facebook, but really – what would that do except further aggravate my head space.
I arrived at a simple conclusion that helped that issue.Â I told myself, “Pretty” (that’s what I call myself when I’m having a stressful moment) “Pretty, it seems clear that this guy, whoever he is, is having a pretty bad day.Â A series of bad days probably.Â Probably one long bad life.Â And so peace and love, Mr. Fort Worth, peace and love.”
And with that it was gone from my head space and I rejoined my boyfriend poolside, giving him an extra long wet kiss.Â Just for Jason.