One of my friends promotes her ask.fm account ever so often, but especially when she’s bored and looking for entertainment (or craving human attention – but that’s me wildly guessing there). I am a self-proclaimed
stalker fan of her (I mean, I did manage to get through hundreds of pages worth of her Tumblr) and so I have made it a habit to ask her random things whenever I see the link in my news feed.
Two nights ago, I visited her page and was amused by the questions recently posed. I figured that this anonymous questioner is one of our friends, because the covered topics were similar to what we were just talking about the week before (also because the writing style is obviously hers *squints*). Anon was typing in song lyrics (which was my habit by the way – ask.fm karaoke with this certain friend) and asking super random question. Some of my questions by then complement my friend’s, me sometimes continuing the lyrics from before or asking following questions. Well for the most part I did ask weird questions myself, but that’s to be expected (one of my high school batch mates has a wall filled with lewd questions and comments; I’m guessing it was from a bunch of guys from the same batch, I just can’t discern who from who – but that’s another story).
At some point that night, I was referring to the other questioner as the perverse anon because the other set of questions were getting more and more… well, perverted. I was tempted to contribute but I held back; I’m too perverse for my own good anyway, why divulge that to other people. We even had a conversation through my friend. All in all it was an amusing night.
Earlier, I was chatting with my friend (who I pegged as the perverse anon from that night) and my friend’s ask.fm account was brought up. I mentioned us having a conversation through that account and she was confused with what I was talking about. Turns out, she was sick since that night (and up until now actually) so she rested. She actually thought I was just having a conversation with myself. My initial reaction was, she must be pulling my leg [conspiratorial face on] because as I’ve said earlier, I was really convinced that the perverse anon was my sick friend because the writing styles are too similar. But then I realize: there is no reason for my friend to lie to me. Looking back on the other set of questions, it got less and less alike my friend’s after some time. Another wave of realization hits: shit. If that’s the case then I was being chummy with a total stranger. And I’ve been inappropriate, for stranger. Or maybe not (for all I know, it could have been another friend). My only saving grace is the fact that I posted questions anonymously, so no one has to find out about it (of course, except for sick friend because I discussed it with her
and she seemed highly amused and entertained by my plight).
So that’s that.
Now I worry about my gut feeling. It doesn’t work.
Lesson(s) learned: Assuming is bad and Thank God there’s the anon option. Though if my ask.fm friend chances upon this entry, I blow my cover.
July 31, 2014: UPDATE! This friend of mine recently went abroad after her graduation, and before we parted ways she revealed that she somehow “discovered” who this perverse anon was. Turns out, it was one of our elementary batchmates (well, her classmate and busmate then) who grew up pretty decently and studied in the same university she was in. By pretty decently I mean currently this guy is cute and witty. It’s just a shame that my friend is as passive as me; her inaction is frustrating, but I can’t really blame her. I wonder how their story plays out…