This might be somewhat ironic coming from a guy who writes every week about what he thinks, but maybe we're sharing a little bit too much these days.

Mystery is the spice of life. Or something like that. Maybe I'm just twisting axioms.

A cop kills a guy with a gun about six blocks from where I live. The story is something like: Cop stopped the guy because his license plate was expired. Guy tried to run, pulled a gun, dropped the gun, picked up the gun again and cop shot until the guy stopped moving. Dead. The guy had been arrested before. Of course, the arrest record was discovered after the shooting—and most likely what the cop pulled the guy over for in the first place. One of the first things a cop asks when they pull someone over is if they have any outstanding warrants—bringing in a wanted man...bonus!

On the cop's Facebook page, he listed his profession as: human waste disposal.

It's possible the cop will lose his job. Not for killing someone, but for being rude about it on Facebook.

We're talking about common sense here.

Sure, we all have thoughts about our jobs. What we think of bosses and co-workers. Of clients and workload. But maybe we should keep it to ourselves. Not post it for everyone to see in an easily searchable place.

Sports players (of all kinds) have gotten into trouble for the things they've put on Twitter and Facebook. When they're mad at their coach or the owner or some guy on another team. Or, worst of all, the fans.

And it's easy to do. Type in a few phrases or statements, hit send, and it's over. Maybe it was just a hot flash, and you wanted to get it out of your system. That's cool. But maybe just take a walk and mutter to yourself. Or have a healthy road rage out while driving to and from said workplace. This is what I usually do.

Because everyone's doing it, we all turn to the same place to let out steam. There's an audience out there, but it's probably not who you think it is. These missives end up as evidence.

Like calling in sick and then spend the morning on Facebook telling everyone you're going skiing in the afternoon. Or post a picture from the ski lift. Or maybe a pic while lifting a few beers at 2 p.m.

Everyone has a camera on their phone. A lot of people tweet and Facebook from their phones. Sure those drunken pictures all bleary and off kilter are fun at the time. But it might have more consequences than just the hangover in the morning.

We've become our own big brothers. We're willingly telling all the things we used to not talk about in certain circles. And we're going to pay for it eventually.

So before you post, "the thrd magagarita iss bettre thn th frst!" from happy hour, just put the phone down and interact with the people you're drinking with. They'll appreciate it more than everyone else in the world.

Matt Worley leaves his phone at home as much as possible.