Here's the thing - if you tell me a secret that you don't want anyone else to know, you can trust me with it. I won't go around telling people. I'm not that kind of person.
I know quite a lot of people's secrets and they stay inside me. Even the secrets of people I am no longer friends with, weirdly enough.
Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be enough space in there to contain all those secrets. Something has got to give. In my case, this means I don't really have secrets of my own. I will willingly share my life, my past, my experiences with just about anyone who asks (and some people who don't.) With or without alcohol in me. It's verbal vomit . . . all over the place.
It's unfortunate that a few of the relationships I've had have been ones that were meant to be secret. Because I was no good at that. The sneaking around is fun at first, but ultimately I'm quite an honest person . . . so I would have to start to share eventually. It would start off with my uber-best friends . . . and then start to spiral out of control a little.
Or the fact that of late, this crush of mine has become not quite so secret as I tend to get drunk and blab about it. It's went from two colleagues knowing about it, to about five or six. Maybe the next person I blab about it to will be HIM. Eek.
I don't see myself as a particularly secretive person. Although an ex of mine once said he felt like he had learned more about me from stuff he'd read written by me on a website than he had learned from me directly. Which I found a bit amusing. If you want to know stuff about me, all you have to do is ask. Or read my blog, I suppose. . .
Anyway the point is that your secrets are safe with me. My OWN, on the other hand, are not.
Are you good at keeping secrets?