Man, I want peach ice cream, all I have right now is orange sherbet!
She sounds like she might be related to my best friend, who is the Queen of Overthinking. When I first met her, she was so cautious about giving and receiving offense that conversations would sometimes run like this:
Me: Boy, I could sure go for some peach ice cream. I know I probably shouldn't though, I didn't have a good breakfast.
QoO: Well, maybe you're right, I mean breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and you wouldn't want to upset your stomach with ice cream. And besides, we can get food later, right?
QoO: You know, I just wanted to let you know, I was thinking about what I said, and I certainly didn't mean to imply that you shouldn't have ice cream. I wasn't trying to say anything about your weight, and I think you're very healthy and don't need to worry about anything like that. And I wasn't trying to suggest that we needed to eat now, we can eat whenever, I'm not picky.
QoO: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be nosy about your personal exercise and diet, that's your business, and I shouldn't be making comments about it.
Meanwhile I'm cracking up, because I haven't said Boo in the intervening moments. She's just trying to cover all the bases. She grew up with parents who are poor communicators. I forgive her.
And she has gotten much better in therapy. I think she may even be stepping down as Queen of Overthinking - maybe your Facebook friend can replace her.