The Omegle Lover
(Via Kyle)
I used to be an online troll.
It all started back in the summer of 2009. My friends told me about this great new site called Omegle, where you and an anonymous partner could chat about anything you wanted. No rules, no moderators, just two anons, shooting the shit. “Wow,” I said. “That sounds awesome!”
It started out innocently enough. Most of my conversations started with the universal online greeting at the time: “a/s/l.”
Now, at this point in my online career, I usually just gave out the first two pieces of information, and left off the last bit. But on Omegle, I was whoever I said I was. I was a fifty-three year old woman from Anchorage, with seventeen dogs and two cats (I am not).
I was a thirty-three year old male sheep farmed from the Netherlands (I am not). Eventually, after about five minutes of conversation, people would realize I was just yanking their chain and send me the almighty “screw off” and disconnect from the conversation. I’d just laugh about it and head straight into another conversation, with an entirely new persona at the ready. It was a powerful feeling, knowing that I had affected these peoples’ days in such a way that they felt irritated by just a few lies.
Still, like I said, things were relatively innocent at this point. I’d usually screenshot the conversations and email them to my friends, and we’d all have a pretty good laugh about them, and move on. After awhile, though, my friends stopped thinking the conversations were so great, and would only send back a measly “lol.” To me, this was a pretty great insult. So, that’s when I moved my trolling business to Facebook.
While it was easy to hide my identity on Omegle, it was a lot more fun to do so on Facebook. I quickly made a slew of fake accounts. They came complete with stock photos of people having fun in groups and completely normal names. There were three things all of the accounts had in common: they all had listed that they went to my high school, they all were me, and the third thing, and this is the most important thing, they all had my personal account as a mutual friend. I added my friends to some of the accounts, and my family to other accounts. They mostly all accepted the accounts as just either being friends of mine, or, in the case of my friends, someone we went to school with.
I started out simple. I would like a status here, like a photo there. Nothing suspicious.
But then the comments started. “Nice ass, man.” “Wow, maybe you should take this photo down. It’s hurting my eyes.” “Did you even bother paying attention in English class? Idiot.”
“I’d tap that.”
I definitely made sure I covered the entire spectrum of things that could either creep someone out, or infuriate them.
My friends started complaining to each other, and then eventually to me, about these people being jerks. My family did the same. I acted sympathetic, and even created an account to harass myself with in order to deflect suspicion. Then it happened. All at once, my facade came crashing down around me. One of my friends pointed out that, after looking up the accounts bothering everyone else, he noticed that they only had one friend in common with everyone: Me. He also noted that they were all relatively new accounts, and that they all used the same email provider. Basically, I was busted. I didn’t even try to hide it. I even admitted to it with some weird form of bravado. My friends were furious. They refused to talk to me after that. And the same friend that found me out messaged my family on Facebook to let them know that I was the one behind the troll accounts. My siblings began giving me the gold shoulder, and my parents told me how disappointed they were in me that I could say such awful things the my friends and family, and all for no reason.
I realized then that that power I was feeling from having these accounts was literally ruining my life.
I started my reformation by deleting the accounts, and then I deleted my personal account. I started to do more things off the web, and got out and made a couple of new friends. Eventually, my old friend group welcomed me back, and nowadays we mostly laugh about how much of an idiot I was back then. My family was a little harder to convince to let me back into their lives, but now at lease Thanksgiving and Christmas aren’t nearly as awkward as they used to be. It’s been over five years now since the last time I tried to make someone mad on the internet just to get that rush, but it’s still a temptation sometime. It’s getting to be election time, and the internet is rife with people who have strong opinions and thin skin when it comes to politics.
But, I let them be. I’m no longer that person, and I refuse to lose everyone again just for that rush. It’s a part of my history that I deleted, along with any cookies attaching me to it.
And man, it feels so good to be a reformed troll.
รักอย่างไร Omegle(ผ่าน Kyle)เคยมีการหมุนรอบออนไลน์ทั้งหมดเริ่มต้นในฤดูร้อนปี 2552 เพื่อนของฉันบอกฉันเกี่ยวกับเว็บไซต์ใหม่นี้มากเรียกว่าอย่างไร Omegle ที่คุณและคู่ค้าที่ไม่ระบุชื่อสามารถสนทนาเกี่ยวกับสิ่งที่คุณต้องการ กฎไม่มี ไม่มีผู้ควบคุม anons เพียงสอง ยิงคน "ว้าว ฉันกล่าว "ที่ออกเสียงน่ากลัว"มันเริ่มออก innocently พอ ส่วนใหญ่บทสนทนาของฉันเริ่มต้น ด้วยอวยพรออนไลน์สากลเวลา: "[NULL] a/s/l "ตอนนี้ ณจุดนี้ในอาชีพของฉันออนไลน์ ฉันมักจะเพียงให้ชิ้นที่สองของข้อมูล และออกบิตสุดท้าย แต่บนอย่างไร Omegle ฉันคือใครฉันกล่าวว่า ฉัน ผมผู้หญิงห้าสิบ - สามปีจาก Anchorage, 17 สุนัขและแมวสอง (ฉันไม่ได้)ผมแกะชายสามสิบ - สามปี farmed จากเนเธอร์แลนด์ (ฉันไม่ได้) ในที่สุด หลังจากประมาณห้านาทีของการสนทนา คนจะตระหนักถึงฉันได้เพียง yanking ของโซ่ และส่งผู้ทรงอำนาจ "สกรู" ปิด แล้วยกเลิกจากการสนทนา ฉันเพียงจะหัวเราะเกี่ยวกับมันและหัวตรงเข้าสนทนาอื่น มีการตัวใหม่ที่พร้อม มันเป็นความรู้สึกมีประสิทธิภาพ รู้ว่า ฉันได้รับผลกระทบวันของคนเหล่านี้ในลักษณะที่พวกเขารู้สึกระคายเคือง โดยอยู่เพียงไม่กี่Still, like I said, things were relatively innocent at this point. I’d usually screenshot the conversations and email them to my friends, and we’d all have a pretty good laugh about them, and move on. After awhile, though, my friends stopped thinking the conversations were so great, and would only send back a measly “lol.” To me, this was a pretty great insult. So, that’s when I moved my trolling business to Facebook.While it was easy to hide my identity on Omegle, it was a lot more fun to do so on Facebook. I quickly made a slew of fake accounts. They came complete with stock photos of people having fun in groups and completely normal names. There were three things all of the accounts had in common: they all had listed that they went to my high school, they all were me, and the third thing, and this is the most important thing, they all had my personal account as a mutual friend. I added my friends to some of the accounts, and my family to other accounts. They mostly all accepted the accounts as just either being friends of mine, or, in the case of my friends, someone we went to school with.I started out simple. I would like a status here, like a photo there. Nothing suspicious.But then the comments started. “Nice ass, man.” “Wow, maybe you should take this photo down. It’s hurting my eyes.” “Did you even bother paying attention in English class? Idiot.”“I’d tap that.”I definitely made sure I covered the entire spectrum of things that could either creep someone out, or infuriate them.My friends started complaining to each other, and then eventually to me, about these people being jerks. My family did the same. I acted sympathetic, and even created an account to harass myself with in order to deflect suspicion. Then it happened. All at once, my facade came crashing down around me. One of my friends pointed out that, after looking up the accounts bothering everyone else, he noticed that they only had one friend in common with everyone: Me. He also noted that they were all relatively new accounts, and that they all used the same email provider. Basically, I was busted. I didn’t even try to hide it. I even admitted to it with some weird form of bravado. My friends were furious. They refused to talk to me after that. And the same friend that found me out messaged my family on Facebook to let them know that I was the one behind the troll accounts. My siblings began giving me the gold shoulder, and my parents told me how disappointed they were in me that I could say such awful things the my friends and family, and all for no reason.I realized then that that power I was feeling from having these accounts was literally ruining my life.ผมเริ่มปฏิรูปของฉัน ด้วยการลบบัญชี และจากนั้น ลบบัญชีส่วนบุคคลของฉัน ฉันเริ่มต้นทำสิ่งปิดเว็บ และได้ออก และทำให้คู่ของเพื่อนใหม่ ในที่สุด กลุ่มเพื่อนเก่าของฉันค่อยกลับ และทุกวันนี้เราส่วนใหญ่หัวเราะเกี่ยวกับจำนวนของคนบ้าผมกลับมาแล้ว ครอบครัวยากหน่อยพยายามชักจูงให้ผมกลับเข้ามาในชีวิตของพวกเขา แต่ตอนนี้ ที่เช่า วันขอบคุณพระเจ้าและคริสต์มาสไม่เกือบเป็นตกใจ ตามที่เคย แล้วห้าปีตั้งแต่ครั้งที่พยายามทำให้คนบ้าบนอินเทอร์เน็ตเพียงเพื่อได้รับการวิ่งนั้น แต่ก็ยังคงทดลองบางครั้ง ได้รับเลือกตั้งเวลา และอินเทอร์เน็ตกับคนที่มีความคิดเห็นที่แข็งแรงและผิวบางเมื่อมาถึงเมือง rifeแต่ ปล่อยให้พวกเขาได้ ฉันไม่คนที่ และฉันปฏิเสธเสียทุกคนอีกครั้งสำหรับการวิ่งที่ มันเป็นส่วนหนึ่งของประวัติของฉันลบ พร้อมกับคุ้กกี้ที่ผมแนบไปและมนุษย์ มันรู้สึกดีจะ หมุนรอบคอนซูเมอร์แคร์
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