Sometimes when I am bored, I take a few minutes to google my friends.
I know, I know, I really should not admit anything so silly, but hey, we all have our faults.
Anyway, I googled a close friend today. I have known her forever, over 25 years, and I have seen how hard she has worked to succeed. I am very proud of all her accomplishments–the doctorate, the happy marriage, the beautiful children.
Mainly what I was looking for was her website. She recently opened a psychology practice and I wanted to see how easy it was to find.
I can happily report that the website is supremely easy to find and contains all the attributes it needs to help her be successful.
But there was a surprise, there among the search results. You see, what I discovered is that my friend shares a name with a musician. But not just any musician, she shares her name with one who glorifies in being deranged.
How strange that a search brings up my friend the psychologist who is set on a course of helping people maintain their sanity, mixed in with an musical artist by the same name who is intent on crazying up the world.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Someone, somewhere, must be playing a joke! A quixotic, daft joke. How else could such a thing be explained, it surely could not be a mere coincidence?
I’m glad my friend has a good sense of humor. She is going to need it when she opens her office door to find herself bombarded by delirious fans expecting a lunatic musician to provide them all with autographs!