All stalk and no play makes Jack a dull boy


The times we live in encourage us to stalk. Actually, nope. They don’t encourage us. They deliver the information on a silver platter, with a wonderfully written side note. When the information is just a few clicks away, it seems natural to “explore”.

During the past weeks, I’ve been constantly deleting things from my Facebook profile. I’m in a love-hate relationship with online oversharing: on one hand, I loudly blame the practice and live under the impression that I’m rather secretive, but, on the other hand, I know I’ve been constantly doing it, over time. It’s harder to control than an over-energetic puppy.

We all have moments when we feel the Internet is a better confident than 5 of our best friends — so, in time, we don’t only get to find out mundane details about each other. We get to know some of our deepest thoughts. Online.

But do we really want that? I don’t want to see how an ex-girlfriend looks like, what’s the song that can rip a heart out or the little things someone obsesses about. I want to find out those things myself. In the right context and at the right time.

I’ve had conversations with people who make a purpose out of guessing who’s dating who based on public likes and check-ins. People that know your weird obsession with that movie or what kind of wine you were drinking two summers ago. Yes, online stalking can get us incredibly excited about the things we have in common with someone, and it can give us topics we can bring up and look good, but it also feels like horribly “cheating” the game.

For once, make an experiment and refrain from online stalking. While it can save you some uncomfortable situations, it also steals the magic of discovering the person.

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