My Dad is a bit paranoid. He has ideas that people are deliberately persecuting him over and over again from time to time, and basically for as long as I can remember my Dad has always been very protectively-safety-oriented-and-paranoid-of-just-about-anyone-he-might-ever-have-the-slightest-contact-with.
That's the most basic and easy/simple way I can express my Dad's paranoia about anyone I might come in contact with. He has paranoid persecution complexes, which have only been enhanced by how shitty people in the LDS church did actually treat me and him.
Like, if you are a girl who likes me and you send me an email, if I tell my Dad about it, his paranoia-alarm-bells will automatically go off. Basically, in my Dad's world, it almost seems like nobody can be trusted.
Like, years ago I was chatting with someone on Avril Lavigne's meebo chatroom, and when I told my Dad about it his paranoid alarm bells went off and he was demanding of me that I tell him the true identity of the person I was talking to - as if he thought I could pull a name out of thin air with absolute certainty. I mean, it was unrealistic for him to demand that of me, as most people who hide their true ID's aren't likely to start talking about their true IDs, but anyway, fact was, I couldn't tell my Dad about a conversation online without him becoming paranoid and demanding that I find out that person's actual identity somehow.
Yeah, it's sad really.
Anyway, someone started following me on Twitter today -- I look at their information on their account, and to summarise this person claims to be a very, very creative mind or talent.
I told my Dad about it. Automatically: this Twitter ID cannot be trusted and I shouldn't talk to him if he asks for my credit card number (as if some random guy on Twitter with a creative profile was likely to ask me for my credit card).
Anyway, I was talking to my Dad about how a lot of seemingly creative minds have been following me on twitter in the past months, and my Dad, still had this idea that everyone who follows me is dishonest about who they claim to be - that they are all scams.
I think it's getting ridiculous at this point. What's the likelihood that everyone I interact with online is just scam? Not very I think. I think a lot of people are probably honest and legit.
Anyway, I then explained to my Dad that it was very interesting that I did actually get very legitimate looking email from a very legitimate looking publisher from BEVERLY HILLS CALIFORNIA in the past week or two, and he was about to believe this was a scam too except I assured him I was pretty sure this one was legit.
And then I explained to him, " what is the likelihood that all these creative minds would follow me on Twitter, combined with emails that claim to be from famous people, plus a Beverly Hills Publishing company emailing me out of the blue?"
At this point, my Dad recognize that it might be a scam, or it even might be real that people are finding out about me in creative entertainment circles.
So, yeah, I'm basically looking at a situation where either I've got all kinds of very creative minds contacting me, or there is a very elaborate hoax out there that is bombarding me with frauds that claim to be from creative minds.
I'm glad my Dad stopped saying it's an automatic scam, he accepted there might be a reality to it at a certain point.
yay. I think that's the point of this message:::: My Dad is extremely paranoid now that i think about it, but with a whole bunch of creative type people sending little bits of contact to me, he's willing to accept there might be a reality here.
There you go. Someone out there knows about me, and it can be explained and is not unlikely.
I'd say it's actually a small chance that every single one of these contacts is from some kind of scam conspiracy, I'd say at this point that most of these people are likely real.
I mean, the real lynch-pin here is that this email from Beverly Hills didn't just come out of no where - and it does look very legitimate.
So, it's exciting. And yeah, my Dad is extremely paranoid, and he has finally accepted that some people might not be scams.
And that much about my Dad is kind of sad actually. Oh well.