I am sure all of you are awaiting my return to the blogging world. Although it has only been a couple of hours, you all have ridden an emotional rollercoaster and I think you deserve an explanation. In order to prove a point, myself and a group of six bitches, preformed an experiment. This wasn’t one of those boring-ass scientific experiments, but a semi-fun social experiment. While sitting on the kitchen counter of Hannah Yarnell’s home, we all gasped at the computer screen when we read a Facebook post stating that Adam Sandler had died. After an hour of cuddling each other and holding back our tears, we clicked on a link stating that this was all a HOAX. We sat in shock. The cyber world had pulled the hypothetical wool over our gullible eyes. Adam Sandler was alive and our tear-stained faces had been deceived.
After the internet mocked us, we decided that something like death is so serious that EVERYONE just automatically believes it. What asshole wouldn’t believe that a person was actually dead?! One of the six bitches spoke up and asked, “What if we made people believe that something happened to you?.” How much do people take at face value? Will they question that I am hurt, or will they know that we are fibbers? This is the question we set out to answer in the first ever Bowties&Booze Social Experiment.
The first step in the experiment was to post something on Facebook about my fake tragedy. We didn’t want to be too specific because we wanted to see if people would make up their own stories to what actually happened. The first posts went on several of my friends walls and said something along the lines of, “Thinking of Zac. Hope he is alright.” After only a minute, their walls were blowing up. Everyone wanted to know what happened to me. Suddenly the stories started appearing, I was in a car wreck, I was mugged, and I was jumped by baseball players. These explanations for the random Facebook posts were created in mere minutes. No one knew what had actually happened, but everyone wanted to know. This resulted in many, different explanations, none of them being true.
Our experiment succeeded, but we knew we had to end it. People were calling, texting, and Facebook messaging about my fake event. The experiment had gone too far. None of us had thought about the people who would actually be concerned about my well-being and not just interested in the gossip. It had actually made Sullivan look good. It is reassuring to know that if I were raped, mugged, or jumped, that Sullivan would be concerned. Luckily you all can rest at ease and hopfully not be too pissed off.