We share the best bits of our lives and hold close to our chests the things that tear us apart inside. We curate our lives so much so that we are worried everything we say will define us — will live forever in the museum that is our life.
Maybe we need to start answering, ‘How are you’ more honestly.
Each person who went on the site was given a pseudonym that was randomly generated. I thought it would take a lot of small talk to discover what people were really looking to vent about. Each conversation I had began with the venter beginning with, It was refreshing to talk so openly and honestly with people, even if I didn’t know the full story.Both women had previously had a conversation about it but it didn’t solve the jealousy issue. I spoke with a woman who had been separated from her husband for two years. She had hoped that they would rekindle their relationship. I spoke to a guy who was frustrated that the girl he liked wasn’t responding in kind, even after he had given her gift certificates to theme parks and texted her often. He told me that he couldn’t handle, I frankly found the whole conversation repulsive. don’t call women ratchets and hoes), but I don’t think anything I said could change his whole viewpoint on women.Her husband emailed her a book to read and asked her to respond with her thoughts. The last person I talked to was a young guy from Australia.They asked that our conversation remain genderless. It was sad to think that none of them trusted the people close to them with these issues.Sadder still, to think that most people have something they would love to talk about but feel they can’t.