secrets

There is something to be said about the need to hide. I won't even pretend like it is not something everyone does from time to time, a little white lie here and there. In our society it is almost second nature because we are all so damn concerned about hurting other peoples feelings. There is a sense of entitlement to being the "good guy".. a feeling of pride, perhaps. So we make sure we keep everyone happy, everyone smiling - even if it means the occasional "no, that shirt doesn't make you look like a COMPLETE elephant". Where my concern comes in is when we start to elude reality to make way for the reality we have created. When we start to hide things about ourselves, about things we've done or said or felt (or things we're doing, saying or feeling..) and justify it without explanation. We all have secrets, we all have a skeleton, and a closet to hide it in... but when do we let go of that? Eventually, there comes a point when you need (should, could?) open up that closet and let someone in. What's worse is when you've left the door open a peep, enough for someone else to get an idea - and then slam it shut in their faces and tell them it's got nothing to do with them, or that it doesn't matter. It's a courtesy we give to people we let in, to open up the closet and share who we are, what we were and what we are aspiring to be. There is no room for secrets, and I've got nothing to hide.