I asked a related question about how often you lie, on a daily basis, but I think this is more apropos for today’s general aesthetic.
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I have no interest in misrepresenting myself, I just try to give away as little as possible while still trying to contribute to the conversation.
Yeah as a doctor with a PHD in this exact topic and a huge dick, it’s not really in my interests to misrepresent myself.
PhD . Not really that convincing if you get the qualification wrong.
Pretty Huge Dick
This, plus giving extraneous information that may lead to incorrect presumptions.
I, Dr. Wesker, am a caricature of a real person.
I am more myself than myself, yet also exaggerated.
I am an experiment in personality and expression.
I am craving poutine.
I’m more my real self online than I am in the real world.
I would like to hear more about how and why that is, for you.
I can actually speak my mind through text than I can verbally. I become mute in most situations IRL because being physically around people gives me anxiety.
You may have accidentally a word.
Ironic
Nah, I purposefully that word. I purposefully’d the fuck outta it.
I know I kinda just spread my brains out onto Internet and it isn’t pretty but it gets the dopamine going and keeps me on the treaddsmill
not op but if i say who i am irl, i’ll get arrested
Thinking about it, I definitely misrepresent myself online 100% of the time, as I never say who I am. I do say a lot of things, but in a generic sense, enough that it would be hard to pin down who I actually am. I have a deep and irrepressible sense of distrust for the state, for decades, despite what I do for a job. So instead, I have an online persona that does indeed reflect my values, but is separate from the public facing person you might know.
You mean your real name is not Crack Happy? 😃
Indeed.
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Alright, I’ll tell this story again. The reason my name is Crackhappy has nothing whatsoever to do with drugs. It’s because, years ago, I was climbing the ranks of a Quake II mod called "Rocket Arena"and was known as “Happy”, because I’m pretty sunny in general. I got recruited to a clan called [Crack] and have adopted the moniker of [Crack]Happy ever since, but the brackets got lost to time.
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Ikr?
Get well soon
Unless you’re limiting yourself to very terse responses or having someone else (ideally random) write all your online content, you’re still very much at risk.
Yeah, I’ve come to terms with the fact that if I’m going to be this active on a public forum there is this risk. I try not to put anything too identifiable though and nothing that would be too devastating if tied to my real identity. I’m really not that interesting.
Ed, I told you to get of the internet and turn off the light, I’m tired. And if you steal the covers again tonight you are sleeping on the couch for a week. Did you remember to take the trash out? Don’t sigh at me… you know how I hate that. Goodnight Ed.
Ed: Martha, shut the fuck up.
Where is Margot Robbie when you need her?
She’s behind you!
If I ever made someone online believe I’m a happy and optimistic person then I apologize for the misunderstanding.
I say by all means, keep up that lie to yourself.
Fake it til you make it!
Never. I’m perfectly honest and reliable
All the time, it’d take too much effort to explain nuance connected to the real me.
When I don’t, I often get accused of lying.
Also it’s not important.
I’m not actually some pixelated anthro wolf thing. Sorry for ruining the magic.
Saying dumb shit that I regret later through? Yeah, that’s me irl as well.
As the President and CEO of a fortune 500, and a neurosurgeon that does rocket surgery as a side project, there are many people relying on me to be an upstanding member of the community at all times.
In reality, most of the ways I misrepresent myself are to obscure my identity, and mostly it’s by leaving things out.
Yes, for anyone doxxing me, everything I say on the Internet is true. I am a middle aged lawyer with brown hair and three children.
So… you are a 20-something, bleach blonde pornstar who is single???
Two redhead children in a trenchcoat
Do they know they are your kids though?
God I hope not.
I lie about everything… Even this comment is a lie.
In all seriousness, I do enough misdirection that it would be difficult to figure out who I am. But not impossible. Once in a while I’ll post something that is completely out of character for me, just to throw off anyone that may actually know me.
Here is an example of why:
I have a former coworker fishing for me on Reddit and he is unaware that I no longer post on that site, or even have an account. A friend of mine clued me in to one of former coworker’s posts which mixed a bit of truth in with some massive delusional lies. So once in a while I’ll pull up his Reddit account to see if there is anything I need to send to my lawyer. Yeah, it’s one of those situations. The post I was originally made aware of made my lawyer giddy and he was disappointed that I declined to set him loose. Former Coworker is a narcissistic loser that lives credit card payment to credit card payment anyway. The best way to deal with a narcissist is with indifference.
So yeah, my posts are true to the point where identifiable information is needed. Then I mis-direct.
It’s kind asad when you are playing chess while your opponent is playing checkers. King me.
Does it matter? Anyone will draw whatever conclusion they want from written words.
Any post made represents a train of thought created in that moment, for that moment.We like to overanalyze stuff and inferr suppositions, create entire lifetimes based on fragments of text. But more often than not, there is no hidden meaning, no greater link to map out. Though it’s fun to imagine there is.
The online medium is fantasy. A separate dimension from reality. A glimpse into past moments that most of us rarely even think of while out there actually living. Shitposts, trolls, memes, bots, insights into the human psyche and so on, all mushed up together where you can’t even tell the true from the false.
A simple truth is that everyone online is a lie. Whether spurred by anonymity or cowed by social expectations, the online persona is a default mask we craft for ourselves, perhaps even unknowingly.Some say it’s who they truly are, free or the debts and responsibilities of real life. But it’s not completely true. Hiding this inner self is part of who we are, though we like to reject it. These posts, these thoughts are pieces of what we need to express, a lashing out at the norms that bound us we do not agree with. Yet they do not represent us, not fully.
Just as in a sudden moment of pain, we express the emotion through a verbal release of vulgarities, so too are these written declarations the release of that painful constriction society holds over our words and deeds.…
TL;DR: Always.
This has some I don’t know kinda vibes going on, and I love it.
You. You, despite your typos, I like you. Do more of this, for anyone else reading.
Thank you and I’m sorry. This bit just flowed out on its own and I have little control over the whims of inspiration.
The great part though is that it’s not something exclusive to suffering artists or talented writers. Anyone can create something of worth, even if only to a few.
We merely have to let the mind wander and flow, then look back at the trail it left behind and enjoy the result.
Creativity and imagination should not be stifled, nor worked at a demand. It’s the natural that brings out the greatest smiles.
I’m going to paraphrase you with a “verbose vulgarities”.
I don’t go out of my way to lie or hide things, but I don’t spread too much either.
On the other hand, I’ve stopped correcting people who default to everyone online being male.
I’ve had great success pretending to be a woman on the internet.
I guess it rather depends on the context.
I don’t do well with lying. Because of childhood trauma. I am an open book. Even online. A boring open book though.
But I am sometimes a bit confused. Might say stuff I later realize I should have done a second thinking about. But I don’t call it misrepresentation when I believed it myself, even if I later realize my mistake.
