There are moments in life when the algorithm minds its business.
This was not one of those moments.
I was casually scrolling Facebook, hydrated, unbothered, and allegedly at peace, when suddenly a post from Michael Davis popped into my feed.
Now, mind you, I was not following him from that account.
I did not search him.
I did not summon him.
I did not light a candle, play soft music, or whisper his name into the digital void.
Facebook just woke up and chose mess.
And there he was.
Michael Davis.
In my feed.
With an AI video.
Using that song.
Not just any song. Not some random “live, laugh, love” internet ballad. Not a generic sad cowboy anthem. Not a dramatic piano track from the free emotional background music bin.
No.
The song.
The one he once told me reminded him of us.
The one from the movie he specifically told me about.
The one I later dedicated to him in the “Woman’s Heart” thank-you section of my book.
Out of a million and one songs in the world, sir?
You picked that one?
At that point, I did not even gasp like a normal person. My soul sat up in bed and said, “Excuse me?”
Because here is the thing. A person can claim coincidence. A person can say, “Oh, I just liked the song.” A person can act like the entire Spotify catalog accidentally narrowed itself down to the one song sitting in our emotional evidence locker.
Fine.
Technically possible.
Emotionally suspicious.
Then, as if the first post was not enough, I clicked over and saw another AI video. This one was angry. Trust. Betrayal. Fake people. Gaslighting. Big hoodie-in-the-dark energy. Very “I have been wounded by someone, and now I must tell the internet through animated rage graphics.”
So naturally, I did what any mature, emotionally regulated woman would do.
I left a comment.
Not a paragraph.
Not a confrontation.
Not a courtroom exhibit.
Just a tiny little glitter bomb:
“Who made you so angry??? It’s ok luv... life isn’t that bad 👀😘❤️. Just saw your Gaga video... nice song choice 🎶🤷♀️. I remember dedicating it to you a few years back 😂. I’m not even mad 💕”
Surgical.
Sweet.
Ridiculous.
The exact tone was: “Bless your heart, I saw what you did there, and I brought refreshments.”
Because sometimes you do not need to argue. Sometimes you simply tap the glass.
And let’s be honest, I only wrote a whole book connected to this emotional history. A whole book. Not a caption. Not a Tumblr post from 2009. A book.
So when the man pops up with an AI tribute video using the song tied to all of that, what am I supposed to do? Pretend I did not see the ghost walk across the kitchen?
Absolutely not.
I saw it.
I clocked it.
I giggled.
Then I turned it into content, because healing is important, but so is branding.
Now, maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe he has no idea. Maybe he just happened to pick the exact song with the exact history at the exact moment Facebook decided to throw him into my feed like a messy aunt at Thanksgiving.
Or maybe the universe, the algorithm, and unresolved emotional archives got together for a group project.
Either way, I am not mad.
I am amused.
There is a difference.
Mad is throwing things.
Amused is posting a stylish graphic that says, “Out of a million songs?”
Mad is spiraling.
Amused is leaving a comment that makes the nosey people click.
Mad is demanding answers.
Amused is creating a breadcrumb trail back to your own website.
Because here is the real lesson: never underestimate a woman with screenshots, a book, a sense of humor, and a working content strategy.
If people get curious, they can follow the trail.
Comment.
Profile.
Page.
Website.
Dedication.
Welcome to the archive, luv. ❤️👀
Please wipe your feet. 👣