I go on Omegle to video chat with strangers. My goal is to bring out the best in each person. I write about what happens here.
This time was more experimental and didn’t follow a theme. I should add more structure to raise the quality of the content.
This one started off weird.
19/M 3x For the first 2 minutes I tried to get a sense of who they were. For the next 15 minutes I let 2 guys verbally assault me. My own personal village stoning by what felt like the Westboro Baptist Church. I stayed silent and rolled with it.
My very own performance art piece, I thought. I called the piece ‘15 Minutes of Invective’. With that perspective it was easier to stomach the barrage of abuse.
The middle guy was ring leader. He had a black mop-style hair cut. His face still had the look of an awkward teenager. His mouth and eyes were drooping a bit due to the substances I assumed he had been taking. He would laugh in a hoopin’-n-hollarin’ way before finishing his sentences.
To his right was second-in-command. He was more the “perfect Aryan” with a slim face and blonde buzz-cut. (For the record, he’d read that as a compliment.)
The third guy sat quiet and distant most of the time. He looked as though he hangs out with people that work in tattoo parlors. He didn’t like the other 2 and was numbing himself with shoot-em-up video games.
I took the impact of their years of built-up insecurities. I was everything they hated in one package. To them I looked like a terrorist, was homosexual, was “poor,” “single,” “having sex with my cat,” “still living with mama,” “Jewish,” “ugly.” I was told to commit suicide, burn my house down, kill my cat, get a job, and countless other commands. On and on it went.
They hated homosexuals the most. That was the main insecurity they draw hatred from.
Not a single ounce of comedic value or wit. I started to get bored from lack of unique content and poor delivery.
They often mentioned they were proud to be from the “Bible Belt.” They were quick to say I’d get killed for “looking like a terrorist” or for “being a faggot” in their neighborhood.
I don’t know what I took away from it. I have no one liner to sum up the experience.
16/M 3x This one started off by story-telling the verbal stoning I had received. They were great listeners.
2 of them looked like what I imagine the nice guys on the track team or the good-guy camp counselors to be. The 3rd guy had artsy, curly black hair, and I imagine him working as an audio technician in the future.
The center guy had a stutter, and the friends were patient and kind about it.
I asked them to play a game I made up on the spot called “Say a nice trait about the other 2 people.” Each person took their turn with no hesitation. “Funny,” “Inspiring because of physical training,” “Provides great entertainment wherever we go,” “etc.”
There are few things more heartwarming than hearing friends say kind things to each other. My night went from the worst of insecurities to the best of friendships.
I wish those guys the best.
21?/F I opened with a joke. She laughed and listened to two minutes of my casual banter. Without warning she typed “I suck too much dick” and hit “next”. What. The. Fuck?
Some more notes about whatever this is:
Be nicer. I sometimes fall back into making jokes about what I’m seeing and it puts me out of the mood. It makes me feel like I’m there for myself, and not for them. It should be the other way around every time.
Writing down the experiences while I wait for someone to show up is a great way to process each experience. It’s too easy to get overwhelmed with the barrage of experiences.
It pains me each time I see someone get freaked out by kindness. I’m likely projecting. It seems as though some only have abusive language in their life. Responding seems hard for them.
Saying something to each person I see show up on the screen doesn’t warrant much. It’s much easier to wait for someone who is on for benevolent platonic reasons.
Speak slower and under-use any 10 point vocab words.
Tell more stories.
Omegle, please fix your audio issues. It’s so rough to talk to people who can’t hear me.
Having a list of good open ended questions. It’s a great way to change the subject if the conversation is going to low energy/confusing/too surreal of a place.