He hasn’t paid taxes in 20 years, he tells IveScrewedUp.com.
“I keep moving and switching jobs to make it hard for the IRS to catch up with me,” the writer, who claims to be 38 and from Florida, taps into the keyboard. “I want to fix this but every time I think about it the anxiety grips me so that it causes convulsions.”
Similar hand-wringing from this guy at Notproud.com, another online confession site.
“All of my in-laws are so nice, they make the Brady Bunch look like the Manson family and it drives me nuts! There’s no grit or tension between any of them,” he gripes. “The family get-togethers make me wanna puke.”
Such anonymous soul-sharing, once reserved for the other side of a dark confessional booth, now unfolds daily in cyberspace. Visitors are encouraged to browse the Web sites ”” even to comment on the misdeeds of complete strangers.
As pedestrian as the reference sounds, I recall a line from that old movie Crocodile Dundee where an Aussie bartender asks the American lady how we deal with emotional problems. In the outback, he says, you tell a friend, and then he tells the rest of the blokes at the bar, and soon, you have no problem. Unfortunately, those who confess online are doing themselves no good, because they are not truly “confessing their sins one to another” but rather talking to a virtual wall. Very sad.
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… virtual realtionships are better than no relationships at all! When we post to this blog are we talking to a “virtual” wall. I agree that “flesh to flesh” is better — but — sometimes people can put something out on a forum or blog that they might not ever have been able to express before. I certainly enjoy the anonymous virtual experience here at T19 — and at times can express things here that I have no freedom in my own community to express during these hard times. I don’t find that sad — I am very priviledged to be able to do so.