Well... it's happened.
I figured that it would eventually, but I was hoping that time would never come and certainly didn't want it to happen like this.
Over a year ago I went into personal and financial crisis and was off of my MySpace for the duration. I finally emerged only to realize that I had forgotten the passwords to a few of my old sites... among them my TMF and my vanilla MySpaces. That'll teach me for not writing them down.
Just last month, I remembered the password for my TMF MySpace and logged in. Immediately, I was told I needed to update. By the time that was done, my attention span had already wandered to other things and it wasn't until yesterday that I logged in properly.
I clicked on the messages tab (I had 3 and a half pages of messages pile up during my isolation). The message center opened up and there they were.
Apparently, last September, long lost relatives and friends had been trying to find me and because I did not have the foresight to make the darned thing private
... they accessed the TMF MySpace.
My cousin, my step-brother's wife, a vague friend from a while ago and an old college chum from Washington State were there in the messages.
I scanned the site, satisfied that it didn't reveal too much, but should any of them want to, my trail can be followed from there to this forum. Knowing my cousin and college friend, I can almost guarantee they just might have done that.
The only straws I have to grasp at are the facts that neither have joined here or left a message for me in my inbox. So... perhaps they didn't get this far. Also, nothing was mentioned by them about the fact that most of my friends either have the word "tickle" in their names, or their pictures are displays of feet and/or feathers.
You can't tell me that they didn't think that was a little strange.
But still...
I could have gone the rest of my life without them finding THAT MySpace. Not that I ever had a desire to tell them, but this is not the way I wanted my family and friends to know that not only is the black sheep of the herd a little strange but is pretty damned perverted too.
So... even though the horses are no longer in the barn, I have changed the privacy settings on MySpace and am hoping to salvage a little out of this slip of precautions.
What a way to learn a lesson.
I figured that it would eventually, but I was hoping that time would never come and certainly didn't want it to happen like this.
Over a year ago I went into personal and financial crisis and was off of my MySpace for the duration. I finally emerged only to realize that I had forgotten the passwords to a few of my old sites... among them my TMF and my vanilla MySpaces. That'll teach me for not writing them down.
Just last month, I remembered the password for my TMF MySpace and logged in. Immediately, I was told I needed to update. By the time that was done, my attention span had already wandered to other things and it wasn't until yesterday that I logged in properly.
I clicked on the messages tab (I had 3 and a half pages of messages pile up during my isolation). The message center opened up and there they were.
Apparently, last September, long lost relatives and friends had been trying to find me and because I did not have the foresight to make the darned thing private
... they accessed the TMF MySpace.My cousin, my step-brother's wife, a vague friend from a while ago and an old college chum from Washington State were there in the messages.
I scanned the site, satisfied that it didn't reveal too much, but should any of them want to, my trail can be followed from there to this forum. Knowing my cousin and college friend, I can almost guarantee they just might have done that.
The only straws I have to grasp at are the facts that neither have joined here or left a message for me in my inbox. So... perhaps they didn't get this far. Also, nothing was mentioned by them about the fact that most of my friends either have the word "tickle" in their names, or their pictures are displays of feet and/or feathers.
You can't tell me that they didn't think that was a little strange.
But still...
I could have gone the rest of my life without them finding THAT MySpace. Not that I ever had a desire to tell them, but this is not the way I wanted my family and friends to know that not only is the black sheep of the herd a little strange but is pretty damned perverted too.
So... even though the horses are no longer in the barn, I have changed the privacy settings on MySpace and am hoping to salvage a little out of this slip of precautions.
What a way to learn a lesson.
