Seems as of late I've been entrusted with a massive amount of secrets, in many areas of my life. It's kind of funny, in a way. It always seems to start with 'Hey, I have to tell you something, but you can't tell anyone, ok?' Man, I hate those words. Because as you know, I like talking (and gossiping, just a little). But then again, I love KNOWING things. But I dislike knowing things and not being able to share, especially when other people talk and wonder about things and I know the answer to. What do you do? Say nothing? Lie? Usually, I'm able to take myself out of the situation. The good thing about secrets is that they usually become public with time. Then I can do a sigh of relief and breathe easy knowing that other people know the things that I do.

I don't know why people feel that they can entrust me with their secrets and their troubles. Sometimes I wonder if I subliminally am telling them 'Tell me your deepest secret, I want to know.' But I guess with people, they just like to have a person listen, because for as much as I talk, I'm a pretty good listener, too. As one of the secret tellers told me, "I had to share it with someone, and I knew I could share it with you, Christine, because you have strong shoulders." Me? Ohh. That made me feel all nice and warm inside. And as of late, I've been through my own little emotional roller coasters, from depths of self loathing to the heights of my inflated ego. It's good to feel good. Not to high, not to low. Just good.

So if you're reading this, and you think I'm talking about you, I probably am. But know that I'm talking about a lot of people here. And don't worry, your secrets are safe with me.

Posted by Yano at January 24, 2003 02:03 PM

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