Secrets

I used to love secrets. Mysteries have always intrigued me, and the thought of ever showing someone all of my cards just seemed unthinkable to me. Why would you let someone know everything about you? Because then, what's the point for them?
If you give someone the power to know everything about you, then what's the point of sticking around? Where's the intrigue? What's to stop them from walking away?
I've always liked to leave a little something in the dark with people. No one knows me 100%, and I've worked extremely hard to achieve that.

But now I feel my secrets are getting in the way. I just have too many 'big ones' now. Too many secrets that might change how people would see me if they knew. They're always on the tip of my tongue, the forefront of my mind, and I have to make a conscious effort to keep them locked up. I know they have the power to set me free, but not without unimaginable consequences.

I've been trying to be more honest lately, more straight up with people. And I've realized it's the only way to know if you can trust someone. To tell them your darkest secrets, and to see how they respond. It's helped me sort out who in my life is worth keeping and who isn't. But having to tell someone one of your secrets in order to know if you can trust them is a catch-22. You have to assume the risk and just hope that the person is worth your secrets. But if they're not, then you've given them the privilege of knowing something about you that you've guarded for such a long time that they can now use against you. And then they can judge you for it, they can spread it, they can treat it like it's something to joke about.


There's so many ways opening up to someone can go wrong.

And only one way it can go right.

Now you tell me, do you like those odds?