People who confess their innermost thoughts or private issues choose to be vulnerable and it’s up to the rest of the community to either build or break that individual. When I first joined Whisper I was really drawn to the fact that people were open enough to share their deep and inner thoughts, even though many of them were just cries from desperate guys trying to get laid.Īside from such sexually deprived posts, many are genuine enough to talk about their issues openly, regardless of how daunting or personal it might be.
In fact to help you to remain anonymous, the app even auto generates a username for you as soon as you join the network. It’s a place where people post all kinds of confessions that you could reply to and chat with anonymously. While it isn’t entirely new, Whisper is essentially an anonymous social network (available on both iOS and Android) where you can freely express yourself and discover the unseen world around you.
Needless to say that Vent soon turned out to be an angrier and a more depressing Twitter knock-off and the darknet, well, was way too dark for my preference and no, I’m not talking about race.Įventually I began reading random confessions and confession-based listicles on Whisper and honestly, they were both hilarious and dark enough to win over my curiosity, and so I decided to give Whisper a shot. Image Credit: MemeĪnd so I began my quest for anonymity on a range of different platforms like Vent, and I even toyed with the idea of surfing the corners of the darknet. To escape this predicament, I began toying with the idea of a digital world that’s based on anonymity-a world where I wouldn’t be judged for saying what’s truly on my mind and describing what’s really happening around me.
I would never talk about my InPrivate browsing exploits (not that I’ve any) on Facebook when my friends list consists of my parents, religious mentors, and employers-all three are equally dangerous. Thanks to social media, over the years, I’ve accrued numerous “friends” that I truly “care” for and “connect” with deeply-in fact, it’s so deep, it’s borderline strange.Īnd in order to accommodate my Christ-like love for mankind, their thought-provoking status updates and their artistically cropped and filtered selfies, I’ve had to create accounts on multiple social media platforms just to keep up.įrankly, seldom do I answer any of these questions honestly because my thoughts are either way too boring or way too explicit to be spoken about on mainstream social media. That however didn’t stop me from being socially awkward-I mean, cool. The fact of the matter was that the age of social media had arrived and it was here to stay. Needless to say my cool (again, read: awkward) ways soon came to an abrupt halt when I eventually created a Facebook account weeks later, and in came the friend requests from people who wouldn’t even talk to me in public (I wouldn’t have spoken to them either). I remember a time in high school when I refused to hop on the “social media bandwagon” by not signing up for a Facebook account, even though I knew it was the de facto standard for being “cool”, right next to engaging in the artful act of making a child.Įven though I was aware of the social construct around me, I still decided to walk the road less travelled by shooting down all friendly conversations that led to idea of me owning a Facebook account by discrediting it as just another fad, simply because I was way too “cool” (read: awkward) for it.