Secrets are something that everyone has. Sometimes they are small, while other times they define us. Most importantly, secrets are meant to be kept. What happens when they aren't?
I am a very private person. I'm an extrovert, but I keep many things to myself. If I am close to someone, I disclose more. Over the years, I have had various friendships. Some have lasted. Some have not. One thing that has stood the test of time, is my feeling on secrets. Even when friendships have ended, I've never told the secrets I kept for that person. It would be a violation of the friendship we once had.
Sometimes secrets don't have to be shared. Sometimes they are things that are noticed or observed. The person in question thinks that they are keeping something from you, when the truth is they couldn't be more obvious. I have observed two people who clearly are acting on an attraction, float around our social circle pretending to be only platonic. Oh please. I didn't say anything. It wasn't my business to tell. Others knew also. It was one of the worst kept secrets in the Northern Hemisphere.
As I said, I am no stranger to having secrets. I have enough to fill a luggage trunk. Our secrets make us human. Would our friends continue to be our friends if they knew everything? I've had my secrets told on a few occasions. They were secrets that I could bounce back from. However, the experience taught me to be more careful. Most importantly, I've learned to get information on the person that I am disclosing to. You have to protect yourself.
Secrets are tricky things. Some are time released and others should be kept until you are on your deathbed. How you deal with them are up to you. What secrets am I hiding? A magician never tells.
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