Share a secret?

After an incredibly taxing three days killing myself with the stupid stupid Criminal Appeals readings, attending a useless pointless pre-interview function (yes, I managed to get an interview somewhere, my life is now complete, heh...not), filling out a horrible horrible grad application form for one of the few law firms taking grads, I am enjoying the feeling of just being able to do nothing in particular at this point in time. So, I'm gonna take the opportunity to catch up on putting up some of the thoughts I was thinking from a few weeks back!

I came across this site called PostSecret which is a really interesting and thought provoking site...basically people anonymously share secrets by sending postcard sized pieces of art (some more artistic than others!) to this guy who then posts them up on his site. I found it really compelling and touching. Some people were so brutally honest and the emotions are so raw.

Anyway, it made me think what I would send in, if I ever decided to, and, then it struck me that I don't think I have any secrets I've never told anyone before. As in...never ever told another living soul. This is not because I don't have anything worth keeping secret- I mean, maybe I do, maybe I don't...it's hard for me to tell, because I have usually told at least one person in my life. Usually when major secret worthy things happen...I find I am more compelled to talk it through with someone more than I am compelled to keep it a secret. Am I anomalous?

However, if we were talking about secrets that we just haven't told some people for whatever reason then...I have stacks! I'm sure everyone does. Some more intentionally hidden than others. What would the world and society be like with no secrets!? What would it be like if I had no secrets?? I was reading through the archives of my blog the other day, back then when very very little was very sacred, and I was a walking ball of angst. (Well, I probably wasnt, but it sure sounds like that!) And....whoa.....that's some very very raw emotion there! Even I feel confronted when I read it...it's in-your-face stuff! At the same time as I feel all that as an observer, as the author I feel very vulnerable, as if my chest has been ripped open and my raw beating bloody heart is pounding away in front of you! I guess having no secrets would be a bit like that.

Which is kind of scary when people around you don't generally have the same level of vulnerability. You're really putting yourself out there.

Maybe an unwise risk. Hmmm.