While posting online is currently proof of life, liberty, and the illusion of happiness, not sharing is how deep feeling dwells in blissful anonymity.
And here are a mere ten of many thousands of things best kept secret, safe, and sacred—and if these things absolutely must be shared, please: share them to the smallest circles possible.
The locations of the vulnerable.
Don’t draw the stalkers a map with an X declaring “free victims.”
The secrets that are not yours to tell.
She isn’t even going to stay pregnant! Stop typing!
The costs of your extravagances.
You’re just going to get yourself robbed and uninvited from the (actually fun) poor-people parties.
Anything kids don’t want you to share.
They will not forget the disrespect and will eventually punt you into a retirement home with poor cleanliness and safety ratings.
The nasty biases you have.
There you go, giving everyone who suspected you were an asshole proof that they were right.
The contents of your diary.
Your vulnerabilities will be pounced upon by predators. Stay safe.
How nasty you are.
Again, you let people suspect, but withhold the proof until you can see them in person.
Strategic advantages.
Way to tank those fragile negotiations, Chief.
The cool crimes you did.
I’m not a lawyer, but, come on.
Stuff you aren’t sure is true, but just feels right.
This is how we get people thinking absurdly dangerous things in large groups, which leads to the end of the world.