Secrets

It's always seemed to me that being a recipient of secrets is an equal blessing and curse. A blessing because you're part of the inner circle, they trust you not to let it slip (i'm not referring to those warped situations where you tell someone a secret precisely because you want it to get out because that person happens to be the biggest gossip on campus :p).

But its a curse as well because.. you have this secret now and you can't tell anyone else unless they're also in the inner circle. Except that half the time you don't know who's in the inner circle because its a secret and you can't even hint it to anyone, in case they guess that there's something they're not meant to know. And then you can't bring up that topic in conversation lest you let something slip. And in fact even if you would normally make jokes about that very thing, now you can't because if the person who gave you that secret is there they'll assume you're about to let it slip and then act suspiciously trying to get you to shut up.

My friends say that I'm a good secret keeper. I suppose I am but sometimes, with the biggies, the strain gets to me. And then i go blog about it :p In a private entry of course.