The cyber-world presents a ripe environment for misunderstanding. Inflection, tone, body language and the like are conspicuously absent from conversations sailing back and forth across invisible paths. Add in my tendency to assume (Oh! The Assuming!) and you've guessed it, a recipe for hilarity.
Hesitant to post what will surely become known as 'The Notariani's Debacle Of 'Aught Twelve', I consulted my humor loving family. (They ever enjoy a laugh at my expense - it's the way of my family; I reciprocate when I can.) All agreed, 'You've got to laugh about it! Don't be a sensitive ninny.' So...here goes.
I've developed an acquaintance/friendship with a fellow blogger/writer over the last few months. We comment back and forth, read what's new and interesting on one another's blogs, email once in a blue moon. I'm an extrovert, and enjoy talking/writing/communicating - so much so that I'd talk the ears off my
1) Same name = same person
2) The acquaintance had taken on the comfortable status of friendship where humor reigns supreme.
3) The new addition to those I count as friend had decided to inject aforementioned supremely reigning humor via a cheeky email.
4) Hilarity would ensue after my equally cheeky reply.
Cringing commenced the next morning. In the end, same name most definitely does NOT = same person. Please write that down. Ha! In fact, it turns out that the email happened to come from an entirely separate entity (who just happens to share the same name as fellow writer/blogger/acquaintance/friend)!! When I received the reply to my cheeky reply - well - I nearly laid an egg, fairly certain of my gross misunderstanding. I immediately forwarded the three emails to blogger/writer with a boldly typed request, 'If this is not you, please email me immediately.' Clarification was given, and mortification followed.
So... Did I learn my lesson? For today. My sense of humor overrides all good sense at times, and I make no promises that it will never happen again. I learned long ago not to promise what I cannot hope to fulfill. I've had to dig my foot from my throat in the past, and remain quite confident this shall not be my last painful extraction. Ha!
After I managed to patch up my sorely abused dignity, I had to admit, the whole incident was quite funny. It's like something out of a Seinfeld episode. For now...there are two people of the same name - most likely wondering and shaking their heads. Writer/blogger/acquaintance/friend has been exposed - prematurely and confusingly - to my absolute slavery to gaining a laugh, and person-of-the-same-name likely thinks me a lunatic. Ha!
...But I've no worries :} Here at the Notariani household...we laughed and laughed....