Here’s a little ditty about me changing my profile photo and name on FB. It’s a funny story actually, if you look at it in the right light. I’m telling you all here, because I trust you. Please, though, nobody breathe a word of this to my kids. They’d never let me live it down.
Here goes:
If you know me, you understand I enjoy creating things, and this often involves watching DIY how-to videos online. Usually it simply ends there. Until today.
Today while on FB I fell upon a gifted, creative woodworking site. It was too good to be true! So good, I thought to myself, “Self, you should follow this site.” So, I innocently clicked the “Follow” button.
Unbeknownst to me, the woodworking site did not originate on FB. It was simply visiting and had its home base on another Meta site – Insta.
I was prompted to log into my Insta account in order follow my woodworking guru. The all-wise Internet asked me to provide my password, or (and here’s the trickery part) OR, I could log in using FB.
I don’t have an Insta account – nor an Insta password – so I decided to take the easy peasy route and clicked on the FB alternative. Next, I was provided with an opportunity to approve and/or change my username (or maybe it was a nickname or just my name – some sort of social media name, anyway). Since I haven’t used Insta in the past, I contemplated what my new name should be for approximately 20 seconds before typing in something that gave nod to both me and the column I write.
Done deal. (Feeling quite accomplished at this point.)
Somehow, my FB photo magically appeared on the new Insta account, which was okay, but then I thought: “Maybe I don’t want everyone to see this photo on this account.”
I mean, I only wanted to follow the woodworking guy, did I really need a photo for that? Facetious question. I deleted the profile photo and called it a day.
Except.
Except 10 minutes later I went back onto FB and my profile photo there was gone! Not only that, but my name had been changed – without my permission! (Except apparently permission was automatic when I changed it on the other site.)
Meta is as meta does, I guess.
I was in a bit of a panic. I had no photo and a weird new name. (Feeling less than accomplished at this point.)
My first reaction was to find the original profile photo and replace it.
Except.
Except I couldn’t readily find the old photo. It was buried deep within my photo stash and I was feeling the heat of my errors (not to mention the moment). I picked an alternate photo and hit “Post.”
One problem solved. One username change yet in the wings. I thought to myself, “I’ll just change the name back to the old name.” That couldn’t be too hard.
Except.
Except you can’t change your name willy-nilly on Meta. It makes you look like a scammer or hooligan or something even worse – like a bot. Even if you change your name by mistake – totally and completely accidentally – without any intent to become a hooligan or scammer or bot.
You. Cannot. Change. It. Back.
For 60 days.
Meta rules, not mine.
So that is how I inadvertently got a new name and new photo on my Meta accounts this morning.
All because I wanted to learn a little more about woodworking. My bad, I guess.
(So hit me with a two-by-four!)
Jill Pertler is an award-winning syndicated columnist, published playwright and author. Don’t miss a slice; follow the Slices of Life page on Facebook.