And the answer is…….I’m a female police officer whose first language is Welsh. Ha ha ha ha ha. Etc. Before that happened, I was a travel presenter who used to be a politician. Christ: who on earth would be interested to know any of that? The answer must be someone, otherwise why would they end up on my Facebook timeline?
Some are innocent, some not so. Some suggest we reveal nuggets of our boring lives, others exist to tease out of us our secret words and passwords. Yes, there really are people like that out there, just like there are people who offer free stuff that doesn’t exist in ‘like farming’ scams. What’s worse from my point of you is that I am dim enough to have joined in when I should have known better.
I don’t come from a position of why the fuck would anyone feel the need to tell me their new profession on the basis of the last TV show/movie they watched. I begin with why the fuck would anyone care, even fleetingly, that I would need to transition into a Welsh speaking copper? I have no current desire to undergo gender reassignment so I’d say the novelty value of such questions will quickly wear off, as in instantly.
These questions frequently appear and I often answer them with ‘password reveal’ and ‘secret word’ because – and you may find this hard to believe (or maybe not) – Facebook friends are not necessarily real friends at all. I used to be a very active member of various football fan forums and engaged with people I had never met and, if the truth be told, had no idea who their real identities were. Some people became Facebook friends too which, when you think about it, is slightly mad. Believe it or not, some people are very clever and can tease information out of you. Have you ever seen a psychic medium at work, employing the technique of ‘cold reading‘? That’s how the psychic world operates. And so it can on social media.
Of course, most of these questions are harmless. Who doesn’t like telling the world inane trivia about their lives and preferences? Well me, but then I wouldn’t share my daily Wordle results with a disinterested world, even if I bothered to do Wordle. Who, apart from me, cares?Anyway, do excuse me. I have a series of murders to investigate in the bleak Welsh mountains. And I’ve just laddered my tights.
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