Secrets

"Hey! Come here."

"Umm, okay..."

"psss-psss-psss-psss"

"No. Way."



That is the conversation most elementary and middle school children have at lunch time. They share the secret of the day to one person, which is then told to another person, which is then spread through the whole school. I've been there. It's not pretty.


As kids, the secrets we shared or kept were small and insignificant, like you bought something you weren't necessarily supposed to or kissed the cheek of the "hottest" boy in your class. It's big news to you and you told you're best friend and they crossed their heart and hoped to die, but eventually it would make it back around to you and all you can say is 'great...'


When we grow older, secrets can be deadly. We are told by our friends to keep secrets that are life threatening, like cutting and eating disorders, or we keep those secrets. Other times we tell them anonymously, like on the website http://www.sixbillionsecrets.com/. You post your secret. They can be about love, coming out, anxiety, fear, or any secret you have. It's for people to be unjudgemental, which is hard to do. That's why a lot of people hold their secrets in. They're afraid of being looked over or judged. They're scared. I know I would be.


Secrets are silly sometimes and cause drama because the words have been twisted and manipulated into something completely different to make a person look bad. Those people live off of people being hurt and torn and beaten. They love the pain of someone else but couldn't stand it happening to themselves.


I have my fair share of secrets. Ones I keep in my heart and mind and never tell a soul. I've forgotten most of them, just because I have to to keep them from being spoken again. I gossip just like anybody else, but I really try not too, because I know that if I say one thing about someone, two things are being said about me by someone else.


By telling a secret you're breaking a person's trust for you. They confided in you and you pinkie promised and you said the little rhyme "cross my heart, hope to die, stick a thousand needles in my eye" and went your ways. Well then comes that big get-together with that other friend and you start talking. You talk about the other and you open your big mouth and the secret just slips out like a balloon losing all it's helium. It happened. Now your friend hates you. It happens repeatedly in your life and always has the same outcome.



As we grow older and figure things out, we find that keeping a silly little secret is immature. Sometimes you need to tell, but sometimes, to keep the drama to a minimum (or you actually have to), it's best to let things unfold by itself.


When we get older, a new thing comes into play: dating. Boys become irresistible and you think you'll die without them. I've most definitely been there and done that. I've even had a couple of secret relationships, but of course, everyone knew about them, even though I thought they were hush hush. I kept a major one from my parents for a while. He'll be called "Bad Boy" on here. I thought he was the coolest thing in the world. I thought I could handle the whole thing. Well... I was wrong. Go figure?


Bad Boy was easy on the eyes, so sweet to me, talked to me about anything, had "experience", but was, like his name states, a boy. Nothing more, nothing less. I kept our relationship a secret from my parents. They saw us one night and that was it. I figured out I was more into the secrecy and running around behind their backs and having this rough and tough kind of guy than I was the relationship. It was a lesson I learned.


Secrets can spin out of control. They're just words, but then they turn into hurt feelings and lost friendships. Choose what you say and who you say it to wisely. They might come back to haunt you. MaggieMae909♥