Well it looks like I may have gotten someone’s attention:
Oh sweetie, not everything is about you. This little blog thingy is about Me! I’m amused you think it’s about a dejected lover though. A little narcissism goes a long way.
This brings up an interesting point though. What really is a catfish? Some say it’s really just someone trying to be anonymous. If that were the case, I’d support that fully. However, that’s not my definition. If you’re simply hiding your true identity, I’d call that intelligent.
To me, a catfish is someone who pretends to be someone they’re not. A false persona with the intent to deceive – usually to lure people into fake relationships, but not always. Are you really a hot 22 year old bikini model? Or are you a 35 year old fat dude in his mom’s basement who gets off on sexual tension? Are you a glamorous, model-like, world renowned physician? Or are you an aging, financially troubled, hateful, photoshopped, has-been with loose ties to the medical field?
Hun… you are not an Alaskan salmon.
Oh, regarding the Hippocratic oath you took when you “became a doctor”, they didn’t mean for you to become a hypocrite. Different etymologies, love.