People have secrets.
They carry them around with them every day. All day. They do whatever they can to make sure that no one finds out. So no one can judge them. Pitty them. Humiliate them. Maybe it's so no one will have ammunition against them. They try to control it, but it's more like the secret controls them. They become a slave to it. It gets to the point where the secret is almost tangible. It lives and breathes and haunts them.
Not just "them". Me, too.
This is something that everyone can relate to. I don't think there is one person on this earth who doesn't have a secret. If you tell just one trusting person, isn't it still a secret? You're still controlling who knows and who doesn't. I guess it depends on who you tell. Maybe if you tell just those who are directly affected by it, then it's not a secret anymore. Thank God we don't have to wear t-shirts with our biggest secret printed on the back. Thank God! That would not be good. I would never leave the house.
There are small secrets and then there are big honker secretes. Of course, the bigger the secret, the juicier it is.
Public admittance.
I bring this all up because one of my favorite websites is Post Secret. I love this site! It was such a brilliant idea. Sure wish I had thought of it first. It accomplishes two things: a way for someone to let their secret out... tell the world...release themselves from any guilt; it also is a marvelous way for us to see other people's secrets... compare them to our own... see if someone else is more sick.
Sometimes there will be a secret on there that really just brings it all home. It'll be the pinnacle of secrets. The one that makes you wonder how this person can function every day knowing this about themself. It makes me wanna be the guy who started the site. Receiving all of these pieces of broken lives. Pieces that were sent in - in hopes that it will heal them. I also wonder how many of them are made up. I wonder who would make up a secret. What type of person would this be? I wonder if making up a secret is a secret in itself. Do you make up a secret because there's not enough juicy gossip in your own life? Pretty sad, but I'm sure it's done.
Some of the secrets aren't that bad, in my opinion. Some of the secrets I've actually done myself and don't consider them secrets. But then I have to realize that everyone is different. Ashamed by different things.
“Hi, my name is…..”
If I were to mail the PostSecret guy, I wonder what secret I would tell. Which one would it be? Which secret is the one that is harming me the most? Which one am I most ashamed of?
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Hi - thank for your kind comment at my blog - you're very much welcome again!
I have a secret too: I hate leads! Leads for computers most, but old leads too. Once I have destroyed an usb-stick because I thought it was to be put that way! Luckily I have some great boys, who love to help their mother, and they are so clever! I don't tell them, that's because I'm afraid of the leads!
Actually I have made tale and image of leads - you can look under september 2006 :-) best wishes - georg
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