I just found out a really good secret about someone. And it sucks because I can't tell anyone what it is. But I want to.
I hate it when someone tells me secrets because I'm a blabbermouth. It causes me physical pain not to immediately share what I know with anyone who will listen.
And yet, people still tell me their secrets. Why? Don't they know I can't be trusted?
This person even started the conversation out by saying they were going to tell me something and I had to promise not tell anyone else no matter what.
My response was something to the effect that I couldn't promise them that, because I had no idea what they were about to tell me. What if it was bad?
What if they killed someone? What if they were planning to rob a bank? How can I promise not to tell NO MATTER WHAT when I don't know what the secret is?
Of course this person who told me the secret would never kill anyone or rob a bank, which they pointed out to me with a look of disdain.
So I promised I wouldn't tell as long as the secret was not bad. And then they told me. It wasn't bad.
But of course now I want to tell someone. Anyone. But I was threatened with great bodily injury if I did. And I still have a use for my body on most days, so I think I'd like to keep it intact.
When I was a kid my parents loved me. And that was because I couldn't keep a secret to save my life. All they had to do was look at me and I'd confess my crimes and the crimes of everyone else.
I like to keep my conscience clean. It's good for the soul. Plus my angle was to always be truthful, yet spin the offense in a way that made me look better. I'd get points for my honesty at least.
Of course everyone else hated me because if I was going down, they were all coming with me.
I've matured some since then. I can keep secrets now. I just don't like to. I think maybe I'll tell our cat about this and see what she has to say.
I don't think she'll tell anyone. It doesn't count if you tell a secret to your cat does it?
