“You may be wrong for all I know; But you may be right”

The notification system alerts me to the random “love” reaction. The post is insignificant, nothing more than a cool concept of turning used skateboards into bowls. I don’t recognize the name and figure it’s the friend of one of the two people I tagged. Moments later, a “care” response alerts me. The same person has reacted to a blog I posted in December. Though curious, I smile and return to the work staring at me from the computer screen.

It seems like mere seconds later, but I soon see another notification. This individual has commented on the blog. “Hello Brandice,” it begins.

Uh oh. Few people call me "Brandice."

“It has been a very long time. FB memories …”

Then, another “care” reaction comes through for a different blog. I wrack my brain once I pay attention to his name. No recollection. In moments of self-inflicted delirium caused by early mornings, restlessness to hear his breath, anxiety when he stirs, and the sudden change of routine since he entered my world one week ago, I question my train of thought and wonder who is this said person. Exhaustion answers, but not in coherent thoughts. My day began before the sun rose. I cuddled my little one.

I look at said person’s Facebook page. Although he has no Asian features, he’s cute. My type. His published posts are political in nature. I ask myself: is this person real? Is this person from my past? Or, is it a scammer?

Deciding it must be a scammer, I put the issue to rest.

Curiosity jabs my thoughts.

The next day, I send a direct message to the account of my new blog fan asking how he knows me.

When he replies, he insists we had known each other, although he can’t place the time frame either. He confuses me with someone else. He says he’s searching for the social media memory. I confuse him with another man I knew with the same first name.

I ask a trusted advisor his thoughts on the matter. Specifically, I ask if this is the latest internet ploy as I am convinced these memories are as real as said person. He answers in agreement.

I begin to let the incident fade to the past tense when said person sends me the digital memory. Indeed, nine years ago we had been “friends” on the popular social media site. I had made a comment about his change in profile pictures.

Though I still can’t place him, I’m thrilled a new person has read my writing.