Photos from Flickr As children we said so. "Want to know a secret?"
just that things were small, manageable, which now make us smile, now if I could answer the same question: no!
But now that you're great, no one asks you, I'll just say, you say something delicate, personal, sometimes intimate, embarrassing, that could hurt someone, and now you are screwed, so why not I have asked for anything, and they tell you.
So taking the worst traps, you're inside, you have not asked and I'm keeping this secret for your hands.
If it was not clear until now, I live by what is evil. Live evil in general lie, lie ... I have never missed a day of school in secret because I knew with absolute certainty that when at noon I had pretended to go home, I had innocently sitting at the table and my father asked me "How was your day?" I ended up confessing all to tears. Every time you go on a subject that I know something that I can not say I blush, I sweat, I look away and I try to change the subject. Yes, I'm a bad liar!
Yet this does not prevent many friends who know me well to confide in the most diverse secrets or confessions that I do not try. I still remember a week from my maturity a classmate with whom I had some years before the battle and with whom throughout the 5th one is pleasantly ignored, come to me telling me she was pregnant and did not want the prof know it, for obvious reasons. I looked around for the cameras, so it seemed to me absurd. Then I looked and the first question surfaced in my mind was: "Why you telling me?"
If you think about it, it's extremely selfish of this secret. Yes, because there is something that for some reason I can not say about, but I'd like to get rid of this weight, then I do, I agree, but in reality I'll put on his shoulders to give you without choice and without giving your time to the possibility that I am taking share in that secret.
"Want to know a secret?"
"No, thanks, in part because it is secret and tell me then what the hell of it secret?"
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