I would tell you but then I’d have to kill you...

It’s quirky-- I’m usually reserved and yet when it comes to my own life, I struggle to keep secrets. Other people’s secrets aren’t a problem, I’ve been told I’m a good listener (and since I heard them say that, I’ve proven that they’re not totally wrong) so people tell me things that I respond to and store away in some strange corner of my mind. But when it comes to myself, I have to constantly hold my tongue to keep from saying anything-- even now I so want to tell you what’s been going on behind the scenes-- there was a minor health concern that we wanted to keep from my rather perceptive 8-year-old until or unless something needed to be said. (Everything came out clean, I’m in good health, but the whole situation put me in a really foul mood.)

But I have to laugh at myself. Generally, I’d rather hear about my friends than talk about me-- through a combination of shyness and the feeling that I spend a lot of time with my own stuff already. And I can hardly keep myself from sharing a personal secret. Further, since I’m in a foul mood about the whole thing (a free 12 pound weight gain is just one of the bonus features you’ll receive with shipment!) and I still can only sort of share my crappy/mad/sad mood. Again, ironic, because I normally pull in when I’m upset. I’m one of those people who chat and joke at funerals and then sob until I run out of snot at home. And when I’m furious, I have a good stage voice (I can be clearly heard) but there’s no shouting. (The people who’ve seen/experienced my fury don’t feel better because of the controlled volume).

So for those of my friends who complain that I don’t talk about myself enough, just convince me that we have to keep the information a secret, then I’ll be positively bursting to tell you, just make sure I don’t think I have to keep the secret from you.
KP