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Too Much Sharing




Today I am thankful for the realization that I share too much of myself online.  

Sigh....

I just had an alleged psychic email me on my business account. This person knew far too many details about my life.  This person even wrote about things I've never shared here.

The writer went on to tell me that I was taking on too many jobs and that I should focus on my life's passion....helping people through hypnotherapy.

That's probably good advice....

Then, this person, went on to make a few predictions about my life.

It was even predicted that I would marry a man of a certain ethnicity and certain age who hailed from the Tri-State Area.

Well....it turns out that I have a Facebook friend of that exact age and ethnicity who hails from New Jersey.

Everything that was mentioned was posted to Facebook in the past eighteen months.

This is strange because I don't post very often and my friends list is set to private.

I'm going to bet that a Facebook friend is playing a prank on me.

My first instinct is to stop posting anything online.

Perhaps, rather, I should be thankful that someone I know is trying to make me smile?

Sigh.....

Maybe it's just a sign and a signal to post a more recent photo of myself online.  This person is 20 years my junior!

I haven't posted a photo in four years.

I guess hiding my new appearance is unfair - especially after cutting up my face with glass.

Maybe I'm pretending to be someone I'm not on Facebook and attracting the wrong kind of attention.
Sigh.....

I've been told that in real life, I give off the aura of an a-sexual.  Perhaps I'm not making myself boring enough online to encompass the truth about who I have turned out to me.

Marriage?

Um.....

I don't think so.  The last person who proposed to me tried to choke me.

I like air too much.

Love ya lots,

S.

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