05/14/2009
Tell me your secret and I’ll tell you mine
Humans are fascinated with knowing each other’s secrets. Sharing secrets is a way to bond, and to learn more about another person. I’ll never forget the first time I stumbled upon PostSecret.com. Some secrets made me laugh until my tummy hurt, while others bought big crocodile tears to my eyes. Yet, I continued to read until the wee hours of the morning.
PostSecet.com and the secrets listed there made me think of humans in a different way. The phrase “You never know what a person is going through.” became more meaningful than ever. Many of the anonymous “secret tellers” described how much better they felt after telling their secret.
So tell me a secret and I’ll tell you one of mine.
I’ll go first. When I am parked at a stop light and I see an old person walking in the cross walk, I often have the urge to blow my car horn and give them a little scare. I don’t do it because I’d feel extremely guilty if the old person got so scared that they had a heart attack.
Your turn. Tell me a secret, or better yet, tell me a story.
- Mama
Today I found a humming bird laying right outside my office, it’s dying, I felt soo sad for the little guy that I quickly picked him up, put him in my hands, tried to give it water, even went out of my way to build a little nest (out of dried leaves and a paper plate) and recruited the yummiest flower hoping that it could drink and happily fly away; I don’t think I am succeeding, he’s indeed fading but at least he won’t die alone, he’s now laying under my desk lamp for a lil’ heat and Ella Fitzgerald and I will be here with him until the end.
My secret? Today I found out that someone I used to know, is also dying but I don’t seem to care as much as I do for this little guy, in fact I don’t care at all.
i must say, telling a secret, that’s eating you up, about someone else is truly the ultimate in feeling great. my best friend of 10 years, still does not know that i told another friend about her bout with the police. she swore me to secrecy, but i could not resist the urge to tell our other friend. everytime i think about how i spilled the secret i smile to myself. if only she knew! i know you’re probably saying “i’m really not her best friend!
I’d been feeling guilty about this for a long time before I finally confessed to a friend that, often when talking to a client, my boss, an older relative or whatever, I get the urge to kiss the person passionately, just to lunge in and push my tongue into their mouth. Fortunately I’ve managed to supress it so far.
So I was very amused and relieved when he said he has the same fight with himself, only he gets the urge to wind up and spit in his boss’ face. He has to have a stern word with himself about the consequences, the shame, how disappointed everyone would be.
We thought it was just us but no! We happened to mention this to another friend and what do you know, when he’s waiting at a pedestrian light he gets the urge to push people into oncoming traffic!
And now there’s you and your horn. God help us
I have been married with a man for over 22 years. In 2001 I had an affair with another married man, I fell hard for him. I loved him and the lovemaking was incredible. After a few months he went back to his wife and we stopped. In 2006, we hooked up again and this time he told me he loved me and even gave me a ring in Christmas time. He was seperated from his wife and our affair was incredible. I could not leave my husband, but I talked to this man alot and met him once a week for love sessions that were crazy. I did not know he was still trying to get back to his wife. Anyway, he went back to his wife, she found out and told EVERYONE! Including my husband, people at my work, everyone. Now my girls know too. My 21 year old daughter doesnt respect me anymore, but I have told her that her father was unattentive and the reason I was with this other man was becasuse I fell in love with him and I thought he loved me too. He is of course back with his wife, and treating her like a queen while my husband and daughters see me like a whore. I loved this man, he told me he loved me too. I am trying hard to make my marriage work, but I am so angry. I miss this other mans lovemaking and when my husband touches me I feel like crying because I can only think of this other man. Why did he lie to me?