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Prompt 6. Sept 6. Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets. Paul Tournier Can you share a secret? Small or big, tell us. No? Tell us why not. Oh my goodness, these prompts of yours jump around all over the place. I’ve gone from writing about fire breathing dragons to being asked to divulge my deepest, darkest secrets. My children were all very open with me, even as teenagers. They would tell me things all the time, always with the proviso, ‘don’t tell dad,’ at the end. I often wished they were not so willing to tell me about the things they’d done. It was to absolve them of their guilt I suppose, but then they passed the worry on to me. There were lots of times I did keep things to myself as I knew the disapproval from their father wasn’t going to be conducive to a happy household and I saved them from time in their rooms or a week’s grounding. My theory is never tell a secret to anyone if you really don’t want it sharing, because inevitably the cat will be let out of the bag. I hate secrets, even at Christmas and birthdays. If someone tells me about a present they’ve bought but then says ‘I can’t tell you what it is because it’s a secret,” then that is simply irritating. Do I have a secret? I suppose we all must surely have something we’ll take to the grave. It could be something we’re not actually proud of or even something we really did, faithfully swearing to never reveal to a living soul. I wish I did have some secret desire, or even had a secret hoard of cash I’ve not told anyone about! The trouble with me though is that I’m an open book, the least secretive person alive. |