secrets

Just saw a CNN report on that secrets blog (I'm too lazy to find it) where everybody sends in their secret on a postcard.

It made me think about what secrets I would send. And that feeling of... release, that must come with looking at the words that represent the actions/emotions/thoughts/fantasies/whatever that we keep from everyone else. That I/you/we could send something in and let others know without knowing. And the reverse of that being the voyeurism of seeing something that we're not supposed to.

So there are my secrets, those things that I do not tell you, that I will not tell you. (Though I wonder what you'd think if you did know.) And then there are yours. There's something strangely reassuring in not knowing everything about someone. Then again, I'm too fucking curious about... well, everything, not to want to know that which makes you tick.