Who doesn't?
I thought I was the only one, some sort of machiavellian pussy, thinking that I need to hide myself from others in case I want to rise in power one day.
I was a stupid kid (stupid-er). The more I talked to people, the more I realized that society is built upon secrets and lies. The latter we understand why and we have all agree it's best not to talk about them.
Bu the former...
The difference is I openly say I have secrets. There are parts of myself, NO ONE and I mean N O O N E will EVER witness or hear about. It is what it is. I feel sad when I think about it, but I have accepted that.
Not gonna lie. Sometimes I envy the way some people seem to be open with each other. But when I meet both of them, I realize they are just playing a game. They don't know SHIT about each other.
They're just a figment of themselves. A reflection.
Being a highly manipulative motherfucker, I've had people confessing to me all sorts of fucked up secrets no one has ever heard. Push their buttons and they almost burst into tears, looking for forgiveness.
I don't really forgive people. I just accept them. Maybe it's the fact I forget the previous day quite easily. I would be a terrible mafia boss...
Anyway, what was I saying?
OH YES! SECRETS!
We all have them. We don't like to admit we do. Look next to you and that guy or girl sitting there (hopefully naked) has a whole world inside him/her and you will never get the chance to visit.
There are two kinds of secret keeping:
Guess which one most people practice?
Perhaps I am being too pessimistic about this. I don't know, I guess there could be a tiny minory that is able to fully embrace the risk with revealing everything.
And please, before you comment "I DO THAT I AM SUCH A MAGNIFICENT HUMAN BEING", SUTHETHUFPCK!!!!!!
You are shit. Just listen.
I don't know if these kind of people exist. I hope they do. If you find one, PLZ GIMME!
Until then, I will settle with fat boobies and anorexic core. And perhaps underboob tattoos.
I am a degenerate, who cares!?
-Thatredbeardguy
