So the other night some of you may have seen my post about someone copying my Instagram account. For anyone who didn't see it, here's the low down: Someone out in the world created an account using the name Things We Fancy. Their username had only one difference from mine, and they began following several of my followers and friends. Additionally, they posted one photo about being in Arizona, that was kind of a joke. It was weird.
At first I questioned whether or not it was a spam account. After a quick conversation with my computer whiz husband, we deemed it an impersonation. Everything was way too suspicious to just be spam. I quickly reported the account to Instagram and of course alerted my readers. This was all around 11:00PM and way past my bedtime.
At first, I kind of just dismissed it as being a wacky evening and regarded the person as clearly not having anything better to do with their time. I'm honestly not that cool - there are so many better people to impersonate than me! I even laughed it off by joking about being like Dwight Schrute from The Office. I kept quoting the episode where Jim dresses up as him, then Dwight freaks out and yells, "Identity theft is not a joke Jim! Millions of families suffer from it every year!" - see the clip HERE. It makes me laugh every time!
When I woke up the next morning, after not sleeping well at all, I checked Instagram and found the account no longer existed. Whether Instagram removed it, or the creator themselves did, I don't know. What I do know is that it's left me with a pit in my stomach this last day or so.
It's probably not as big of a deal as I'm making it out to be, but I can't help but wonder why would someone do that. Was it supposed to be a form of flattery? If so, they went about it all wrong. Were they trying to make fun of me or my blog? I wish I knew who did it and why. It's lame and really not cool at all. My blog is something that I invest a lot of time into, and a place where I sometimes wear my heart on my sleeve. To see someone try and mimic what I work so hard on, and in an unflattering way is just.... well, it's crappy.
I'm not mad about it, but I am somewhat hurt. I'll get over it soon enough. I know I can't control what others think or say about me. All I can do is put my best foot forward and be as kind as possible to everyone I meet.
*Cue Forrest Gump* - "And that's all I have to say about that."