I'm having another SMH moment concerning my sister. To be clear, a "Deb" is short for Debutante...and yes, I'm being monitored.
If you recall, I mentioned my mom trying to put me through Debutante Training from lack of understanding how little boys operate. I definitely didn't operate that way!
This is absolutely, a perfect example of how there was a complete breakdown and disconnect in communication in my family unit. I'll the backstory as brief as possible to get to the point.
My mom, in college, pleadged to a particular sorority whole in school. I calling "Debutante Training " that came from her own experience in "said" sorority. And both my sisters pledged to "said " sorority, at the exact same college ( not my mom's ) but the same one that I ended up going to however, I wanted nothing to do with the "Greek System" while there. Surprise right?
Then, my sisters daughter pledged to "said" sorority, while she was in college. So now, there's 4 of these women in just my family alone. The hive is definitely buzzing.
So now, just recently, this new Facebook friend contacts me, and starts asking about my plans. But the overall message keeps repeating; "are you safe?". Please be safe. Are there predators? Me: "yes, bears and wolf and cougars. " Her: "well be safe ! "
Every future contact was again, wanting to know if I'm safe. Be safe!! Please be Safe! Which felt genuinely concerning and I think is it is....but
The conversation switched to some photography and music I combine and post in "my story " on social media. Their just pics I taken that I combine with music to pass the tike because it's fun. Music just pops into my head and I put it with my photos. But also, the "my story" feature, shows who's seen it so I can see who's seen them or not. During this one conversation, this woman mentioned something about work, and being lucky to have this skill....in a "work" related way. It was subtle, but noticicable, "work" got thrown into me saying I was having fun for my own amusement which is why it's fun. I mentioned....if it was "work" I would do it because at "work", I never got to do my own ideas and had to do "someone else's ideas " instead.
She balked. She was just about to write something then backed off. Mmmm.
Future contacts kept on the same theme. Be safe! Be safe! Are you safe? Where are you? Is it safe?
Which seemed a bit curious for someone I'd never met to be so fixated on my safety? She had no photo of what she looked like so I decided to take a look.
But before I go there, she told me SHE went to the same school as I did too. That same school both my sisters went to...yet she was younger ....my age. The plot thickens.
And my mom was rabid about being a Deb. They had Deb meetings..and all the Debs from all over would go. And they had Deb reunions, where all those Debs would go....past and present Debs..their like gaggles of Debs!!
This is what I personally witnessed growing up. It's not speculation what so ever. This "said" group of Debs are like an Deb Army. Seriously. They're everywhere, doing what Debs do.
And one thing Debs do is gossip. They are the Queens of gossip! How do I know, I listened to them...NON STOP!! LOL. I lived inside this Deb insanity ...from my perspective...my entire childhood.
So now, I'm chatting with this woman online I've never met before about "my story" posts...then suddenly, my sister appears on one, checking it out which she never does. Gee that's strange??? What would cause my sister ( who won't call me ) to show up looking at my photos ?? Mmmmm?
And then, out of the blue...my sister comments on one of my more recent posts and says:
"Kelly I am glad you are taking each day and feeling accomplished with all your tasks!! And especially glad you enjoyed Memorial Day with your front row seat! So very creative!
Take good care as always - love and care to you."
There's nothing wrong with this highly curated sounding comment. Highly curated sounding, somewhat impersonal and reads like a Haklmark card? Except for the fact...that's its from my sister who won't even call me!! Lol
I haven't talked to her in over a month. I haven't updated her on anything. I've given her NO new information yet, she's seems to be abreast of my creative "tasks" etc.
So when I looked up this woman who's been contacting me, just to see who she is...I saw 1 post....that explained everything. It was a cake...and on the cake was a Symbol . A symbol that I knew extremely well and recognized it immediately. It was the Symbol that represents "said" sorority house, at the same college I went to, which was the same college this woman went to, which is the same college BOTH my sisters went to...and they're all Debs !! It's like one big Deb conspiracy!!
And me....I'm just shaking my head. My sister can't even call me, but her and all the Debs can gossip and get information to relay it back to each other in this insane Deb hive they've got going on. Sheese!!
And this woman acting like some Deb surrogate for my sister ....because my sister can't ( or won' ) call me and just get it straight from the horses mouth?
What this appears like to me, is that my sister is worried . Yes. And she's full of fear about me and the "predators ". Yes. And she can't stop worryingly. Yes. So she needs me to "come back, come back...get a job. Get an apartment....come back...don't go. Because I'm worried. Yes.
"Okay mom....but I'm doing it anyway. Even if your worried. I can't stop you're worrying...I have no control of that either!! "
That's about what I use to say to my real mom. Different words...same message. And now in this totally bizarre "Deb conspiracy" ..using a different Deb to "get information" for her, my sister is doing this Deja Vous feeling repeat of my mom...for the same reason. By remote!!
I'm mean seriously, this could make a person paranoid if it weren't so obvious. It feels exactly like when my other Deb sister...looked at this Deb sister...and said "Peter Pan Sydrome" right in front me me...as if....I didn't know what they were doing!!!
And what really clued me in...is when I told this surrogate Deb, where I was sleeping at night. ( the photos she saw and commented on ).
Boom. Conversation over. I haven't heard a word since. That "Halmark Card" response from my siste is all I got in reply. Instead of just picking up the phone and calling me.
What a concept ? No surrogate Deb needed?
