Secrets

Everyone has secrets. Everyone has something not to say. I know that.

Everyone thinks they know what it best for other people to do when it comes to being honest, open.

Not many will do that which they suggest to others.

Everyone that has nothing to say is offended by the fucking asshole in their life who’s insane insecurity and jealousy creates so much from so little. They don’t see that it still comes from something.

Those that can manufacture seven levels of deception and despicable activity from a single word on a single piece of paper are an irritating bunch.  Especially for themselves. No one likes to be that sick, scared, angry all the time. They don’t like it. And if you are not one of them – shut the fuck up before you say, “Then don’t be that way”.

It is as hard for them as it is for you the liar, the silent person, the one who forgets everything until the last second. Those of you that always have an answer when confronted with your very own words. “What I said was, what I meant was…”.

Yea – everyone has secrets. Some things are best-kept secret. Insecure people have secrets. Honest people, faithful partners and (of course) lairs have secretes.

The ugly is when they want/need to know everything come into contact with the can’t/won’t say anything. It is absolutely the worse thing that can happen to any two people. Complete fucking disaster – and hopeless.

Go ahead, say nothing, keep it all to yourself. Last moment is the best moment. The other side will fill in all the blanks you leave and do so with 100 times more imagination and creativity than anything a real person could ever. No one could actually do, be that way.

But – that doesn’t matter!  You blame each other and the fights make each side more and more ‘that way’ towards each other.  It’s sinking a ship and the only two people on board are punching more holes in place of bailing.

Secrets are a great thing. So are lies. Saying nothing at all can be either and is almost always one or the other.