Graffiti on my wall
In the last week, I’ve been Plaxoed, Linked In, and one of my friends from Facebook has slapped too much private information on my wall. Curiously, I’ve not had a single mano-a-mano moment, or a phone conversation for that matter, with any of the above.
Like the Tivo my son hooked up to our TV years ago that started thinking for itself and recording Spanish-speaking movies because I had watched the Jennifer Lopez movie “Selena,” Plaxo, Linked In and Face Book are aggressively beginning to perform unwanted functions for me.
You have five invitations from Linked In, my email gives me a shout out.
Is John your friend? Facebook asks.
Maybe not today, I talk out loud. I mean, he is the mayor and I did get a $25 parking ticket from one of his Jeep-patrol this afternoon. His photo continues to smile back at me, unflinching.
Oh for pete’s sake, yes, I click.
Facebook has introduced a whole new level of he-said-she-said-I-heard troubles in my life lately starting with the client who shared with the partner of an employee that I had snubbed her on Facebook. You know that old business theory that complaints travel 9 times faster than compliments. This proved it in my book…Facebook that is.
What the complainer didn’t know was that I’d lost my passcode for my Facebook account and had not processed anybody’s invitations or requests to attend events since that loss. Like a bad Britney Spears rumor, my snub became legend.
Next time you send or receive an electronic message, remember this: more than half of all IMs, emails and texts are misunderstood.
Who’s graffiti is that on my wall?