Masked balls are fascinating events. Masquerades really became popular in the 15th century, when a mad, but perhaps more genius, king who crashed his own party, and promptly managed to set his outfit on fire.
The spectacular portion of such a ball is how you are able to talk and communicate, but be able to leave any baggage behind. Assuming that you have a really good disguise, or that everyone else is half blind, of course. You can interact, learn, and delve into others, while being perfectly free to let yourself spill over. Nothing really matters, you are just learning for the sake of learning. There is no conclusion, there are no consequences.
Wouldn’t it be interesting to be completely anonymous?
Well, really, everyone already has that option. It’s but a matter of a couple of mouse clicks to create a throwaway account, a fake email address, or to just set yourself up on the internet. With the advent of proxies, tor, and VPN’s, you can achieve a semi balance of real security behind your deceit and lies.
The problem with all of this, is that anonymity really isn’t what we are trying to achieve here. The allure of a masked ball doesn’t lie in the fact that others don’t know who you are. You can sit and rot at home if that is all you want to achieve. No, the attraction of the lights and the masked festivities lie in being able to know somebody without really knowing someone. You would be finding out stuff that normal people wouldn’t dare ask, and you could reveal anything, no matter how deep, because it just doesn’t matter.
Anonymity is reveled only when it is shared.
When one can talk or share, when one can speak without judgment, when one can find without remembering. The drive is that shared community, that little giddy secret of secrecy. Part of the reason that I think 4chan is so attractive, is precisely that. Not only are half the members anons, but they have no archive. Things that happen, happen only in the present. Anything “good”, in the loosest sense of that word, may leak off into the rest of the world, but everything else is deleted.
There you have it. Anyone can open up an email, start a novelty reddit account, or even begin a blog for whatever reasons they want. It’s so easy to be anonymous online.
The thing is, it is so easy that everyone already is. And not only online, but in real life as well.
How many things do we just want to bury, or to hide online? Even though it is more difficult to put on that act in real life, it’s almost an act of accepted convenience online. Want to delve into the messy world of fanfic? Throw in a generic name, or even better, throw in a ridiculously overused name that noone could possible trace. Want to start a new life playing LoL? Mask yourself as a 12 year old beginning puberty, and that you are just really really antisocial. Or whatever. It would be your new life.
In the real world, we live with just as much of painted faces. So often, we just get absorbed into maintaining a facade of emotions, for use of impressing, or to hide those actual painful ones down there.
Anons aren’t going away. Burying stuff won’t help it, but sometimes it’s unavoidable.
So that’s why I encourage all of you to embrace your inner anon. Make whatever life you want, but don’t forget about those painful experiences in the past. Hope that you are able to survive and to change, while still putting on that pained smile.
and maybe learn from your anonymity….
Reporting from the center of the Heart, we’ve been witness to a considerable large explosion here. It seems that the functioning production of all that is good was temporarily halted and reverted by a sudden onset of tears. No report right now, but from eyewitness accounts, similar events are happening in the central spine and brains, and the arms seem to be completely out of control right now. Logic police are cracking down the event, but until they are able to regain control, we can only hope for safety.
Song: You Don’t Know Me by Ben Folds