Secrets don’t make friends
I’M JUST SAYIN’ by SHEILA SMITH
Most of the human race is careful with sensitive information.
For example, I don’t think any of us would paint our Social Security and bank account numbers on a billboard above Interstate 10 for the world to see.
We don’t hand out spare keys to our homes to everyone we know or even leave our email accounts open for someone to freely access.
That makes sense, right? Who in their right mind would willingly give people the tools needed to turn their lives upside down?
Whether you participate in social media like Facebook or not, you have probably heard of a few pages popping up daily, many that have originated in this area. The new Internet sensation is “confession” pages, where people email their sometimes funny (but most of the time appalling) “confessions” to a particular page, then the site administrators post those secrets without the confessor’s name attached.
There is a Jeff Davis page; an Iota page; a Kinder page; a McNeese page; and even more pages that are being birthed every day.
Now, people are crazy; I already knew this. But when given the prospect of anonymity, they become crazier. I have read some of the confessions and it’s obvious some people are joking about what they have done simply to mock the idea behind the pages; others are taking it quite seriously and instead of confessing to a priest or law enforcement, they are choosing social media.
You have people confessing to repeated affairs; drug use; minor or petty crimes; their dislike of a certain person, school, or community; the happenings in their sex lives; and much more.
If I would walk up to any of these people (if I knew their identity) and ask, “Hey, can I see your credit card number?” or “What’s the password to your Facebook account?”, they would probably laugh in my face. After all, who is crazy enough to give out that information?
Ask them to confess their darkest secrets with the “promise” that they can remain anonymous, though, and the floodgates open.
People are crazy. And ignorant. I would like to use the word “stupid” but that isn’t very nice, so I’ll just stick with “People are crazy and ignorant.”
On the flip side of the insanity is adults who are attempting to bury their heads in the sand. It’s quite obvious that one of the local pages is overseen by a teenager and the majority of people confessing on that page are teenagers. The adults in that town are not the least bit happy about that page.
Are they concerned with what their teenagers are confessing to? Eh, not so much.
See, most of the adults in that town are irate that such “filth” is being posted about and by the people in their town; they are upset that the page might give the town a black eye; they are horrified that their junior high and high school children might be reading what is on that page.
Are they upset that a 15-year-old is talking about having sex with multiple partners? Are they upset that one kid confessed to being high throughout his/her freshman year of high school? Are they upset that a junior is bragging about going to a party then waking up with someone he/she never met before?
Nah. The general consensus is, “This is trash and it’s making us look bad.”
I disagree. It’s not making the town look bad but it sure is making it look like these kids are raising hell because their parents are wrapped up in the bliss of ignorance. Instead of complaining about the page on Facebook, shouldn’t the parents be, oh, I don’t know, disciplining their kids and not putting 100 percent trust in a teenager? I’m not a parent but I do have common sense.
Am I a fan of the confession pages? No. Life is crazy enough without looking for more insanity to digest.
But it has got me thinking that so many people aren’t concerned with how people might be hurting themselves or others, so long as it’s kept a secret.
Short URL: http://www.jenningsdailynews.net/?p=21618