Secret

A secret is like silence – you say it, you break it.

How many times have you poke your nose into people’s business?? How many times have you pled or interrogated your friend to let out their secret?? And how many times have you betray them by leaking out their secrets??

Why do we love to gouge deep into people’s life, flipping our friends like books, and scrutinizing each page in careful details, like as if our own life is not complicated enough?? And why do we get all excited for our friend’s life, when sometimes it might not even be of our concern at all??

When we got hold of our friend’s secret, we tend to blackmail them, saying thing like – if you don’t give me that, I will tell people your secret. So cunning!! Blackmail – our powerful weapon.

It’s human nature that we like to gossip, no doubt about that. But I find it weird that people actually share their secrets. The word “Secret” means a mystery to others. It is like people asking you how many secret admirer you have, and you said you don’t know because your admirers are “secret”, make sense??

Well, I love and hate it when my friends tell me their secret. Love it because it shows that my friends trust me, thus willing to share their secrets with me, certain that it will be safe. Hate it because I am worried that their secrets might be a threat to our friendship, her enemy might place a knife on my neck and putting me at risk, or I might conveniently forget about the secret and accidentally spilled the beans.
But rest assures that my lips are usually tightly sealed, just occasionally there might be a minor air leak…

Secrets make one mysterious. Who would be interested if one already had everything spell out?? But once in a while, let out some little secrets, it spices up our life!!

Currently, I am keeping a secret. But I think my friends will find out real soon…
*wink*

It’s a secret, Shhhh…..