THE CLOAK OF ANONYMOUS

To start off November with a bang, I decided to rack out a topic that I'm very opinionated on. If you've bothered to read off the title, you'll know I've chosen—possibly—Dollywood's most controversial topic since the beginning of the blogging era.

I'm completely honest when I say each and every one of you've been an anonymous at least once. Whether it was leaving a snarky comment on one's poorly written post with an unknown mask intact, or using your anonymous shield rattling off each and every person's flaws.

What's the incredulous look for? You know you've been there before.

Even I'll openly admit I've written behind an anonymous mask before. If anyone remembers back to my Anonymous by Name days, then you'll know I've been in the very position that ironically sways each and every one of Dollywood's opinions.

Many like for the kicks of it, to act as if they're the polar opposite of the said anonymous, countering against every syllable uttered by unknown. Others will agree completely with anonymous' opinions, for once someone (known or not) decided to speak the blatant truth. While there's some out there that are completely blunt about any and everything, chances the majority of voices are seeking to keep some sanity in their reputation.

After all, what's the fun of having no friends; each and every human being utterly disgusted with your simplest of moves.

It's not even limited to a blog. With the feature of anonymous in almost every comment section of Dollywood, it's becoming painstakingly easy—and dare I say, tempting—to publish a string of profanities upon a carefully crafted post. Medolls are constantly being ridiculed by the anonymous feature, sometimes even tearing their fragile egos. Why exactly is hiding behind an unknown mask so tempting?

Some may argue that it's to gain attention (without ruining their reputation), while others may come to the simple conclusion that these unknown have nothing better do with their time. I personally believe it's a healthy mixture of both.

I'll be honest here, the thrill of bringing down one's self-confidence is a drug of sorts. Do it once, and you're fueled with such a strong sense of sadistic elation. Do it again, and you're hooked. Constantly rattling one out for their minor flaws. Of course, with time, you're bound to realize harassing one really isn't as high and luxurious as it might've first appeared. It may be a simple one-time bitch slap, or numerous, uncountable times of full out f-bombs.

This isn't television kids; one time or another, you're bound to break. Even the coldest of souls will realize their wrong doings one of these days. May not be until they're lying on their death bed, but it'll eventually catch up with each and every one of us.

That's when another dose of anonymity will reign control. It's a never-ending cycle. You're never going to just be ridiculed by a single bored-out-of-their-mind forty year old man, but also those ten year old children who've been abused by their own peers. The problem being the fact you'll never know exactly who they are.

And one of those times, you'll be in the very same position.

The ultimate question is, why are you an anonymous? What's your purpose of hiding behind an invisible shield?