The need confess random stuff to complete strangers absolutely baffles me. But seeing people do it on Twitter on channels like "People Really Don't" somehow makes me wish I had stuff to confess. I wonder what the release is like when people actually take the time and send their postcards to sites like "Post Secret". Is it a weight off their shoulders or is it something that will continue to haunt them.
Post Secret by far the one that I find the most shocking... I'll put up a few here so you can see what I'm talking about.
I'm not sure who is worse off... Those who have no one to turn to except the anonymity of internet or the netizens who seem to be voracious voyeurs. Either way reading these or submitting these is an exercise in introspection. Those submitting have to dig deep within themselves to find their deepest darkest secret and actually put it to paper thus facing their pain head on. And those reading it have to be ready to be shocked, saddened, hurt or somehow feel a connection to the pain of the poster.
Thoughts anyone?
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2 comments:
Why do you read this site? Is there something else in it that is worthy to visit? It is depressing.
To be honest with you... I've only ever visited the site like twice. I just happened to think about it yesterday when I saw the Twitter channel "people really don't "...
And odds are I'll probably never visit it again. Because you're right, it is REALLY depressing!
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