Have I fallen victim to a Wi-Fi hack? A perplexing experience

In an amusing twist of fate, I’ve found myself feeling like a boomer navigating the complexities of modern tech. It seems my Wi-Fi may have been compromised, and I can’t help but share my bewildering experience.

The Background

Last night, as I settled in to enjoy a movie and casually scroll through Facebook, I was abruptly logged out of my account. To add to the confusion, the film I was watching suddenly switched to a language I couldn’t comprehend. At that point, about thirty minutes in, I should have realized something was off—after all, it wasn’t a foreign film before!

The Realization

Distracted by the chaos of the moment, I immediately set out to regain access to my Facebook account. Upon logging into the email associated with my profile, I noticed that the phone number linked to it had been changed without my consent. That realization kicked me into a mild panic.

This morning, as I scoured my email folders in search of a recovery code from Facebook (which, for some reason, hadn’t landed in my inbox), I stumbled upon a curious email in my junk folder. It was addressed to someone else entirely—a person I don’t know, under the subject line “Adult Dating.” The informal nature of the message and the email address, which bore no resemblance to mine, left me bewildered.

The Confusion Deepens

My imagination, fueled by the horror films I’ve been watching lately, began to spiral. You know the ones where hacked Wi-Fi leads to unforeseen chaos and horror? I couldn’t help but start to wonder if that was precisely what was happening to me.

So here I am, seeking some clarity and perhaps a dose of reassurance. Have I truly become a target of a Wi-Fi hack, or am I simply overreacting?

If it’s permissible, I would love to share a screen recording of my perplexing Princess Diaries experience and the email in question. How do I go about attaching these documents?

A Final Thought

I apologize in advance if I’ve miscategorized this post, but I felt it was the right outlet to share my bizarre experience. Meanwhile, I’m left hoping for a bit of validation—or, at the very least, a lighthearted check-in: am I overthinking this, or is there a real problem at hand?