People can take anything you say on the internet and selectively re-edit it, misinterpret it, and/or just lie about it, to make it sound like you've said the exact opposite of what you were saying, or something else completely in order to service their own ends.
Case in point:
This was a fun moment in my life that I've talked about once or twice on social media.
This was something that happened to me.
This story hasn't been told anywhere else except for the times that *I* told it.
There is nowhere else on the internet where you can read about this other than *my* social media accounts.
That's important for later. Ready? Here's that story again:
I Have Always Been a Terrible Person: How Teenage-Me Met Michael Moorcock
As a teenager, growing up in London, there was one day when I noticed a small, unused suggestion box in my school library. I asked the librarian if it was there for suggesting new books and magazines.
"No," she told me, "it's for authors."
"So it's to get books BY those authors?"
"No. It's to get local authors to come and talk to the school. If there are enough requests, we'll see if we can get them to pop over for a lecture."
Being a big fan of all the Michael Moorcock books (especially ELRIC and HAWKMOON), I did what any terrible person would do. I collected a bunch of different colored pens and wrote out "Michael Moorcock" in as many different, individual, and phony-looking signatures as possible.
Thinking that hundreds of kids from my school wanted Michael Moorcock to come speak there, they invited him over and reserved the auditorium for a large turnout.
Which ended up being me and about six of my friends.
"Is this it?" asked my favorite author.
"Yeah," said all of us.
Mr. Moorcock suggested we move the talk to a more private setting.
And it was awesome. We all got to ask him lots of one-on-one questions about the characters and rich worlds he'd created, his process of writing, and-- well-- it was one of the most special, enlightening, and memorable moments of both my life and my entire education.
And I owed it all to being a truly terrible person.
Make of that what you will.
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Silly story, right?
A couple of my online detractors read this, then sometime later misremembered it.
They bounced the story back and forth with each other, and then changed it.
In their new collaborative reworking of how they remembered it, there was now a Michael Moorcock COMPETITION and the school that got enough votes would get to have Michael Moorcock come to their school.
In this version, since I single handedly rigged the competition so that my school would win, I was the terrible person who DEPRIVED the school that SHOULD have won.
They then went on to tell this new (and totally incorrect) version to other people online.
When I confronted one of the people who had workshopped and spread around this false version-- when I showed them the original posts, the ONLY source for the story-- they wouldn't back down. Their response was that their version might be the accurate version and I might have been lying when I originally told it online.
The internet is a curse.
*Addendum: That person in question is sticking to their guns and is still lying and standing by *their* made up version of *my* story where it was a "contest" that I rigged. (Insert facepalm .gif here.)
The internet isn't just a curse. It's a stupid curse.