On being a boring person
I was reading PostSecret just a few moments ago, even though that site is probably ten years too old to be hip and cool anymore. I like it anyway. Even though it feels like everyone who posts on that site has the same secrets (the girl I love is marrying someone else, I didn’t come home for Christmas because I was commiting suicide, I can only feel alive when under the influence of drugs etc etc etc) I still find some odd joy in it. Its part of my Sunday internet schedule. Which is pretty sad, that I have a schedule for browsing things online.
Although the secrets are the same, I feel no need to judge the people who post on it. Which is strange for me, because I judge everyone. I think I’m God or something its ridiculous I need to stop doing that. I just read the secret, think ‘hmmm interesting’ and move on with my life.
Maybe my lack of judgement stems from my lack of secrets. For secrets to happen, you either have to be a really infuriating person (“There’s this thing happening, but I can’t tell you because I don’t want to!” Fuck I hate it when someone pulls that shit on me, if you’re planning on announcing you have a secret then don’t tell anyone, you are just being an attention seeker) or have such an interesting life that there are so many facets that conflict with each other that if they ever met, the universe would explode.
Okay maybe not that extreme.
But what I’m saying is, assuming I don’t want to be an annoying person (ah! too late, Herah!) is that I want to be an interesting person. I have no secrets, really.
I mean, there are things about my life I don’t share with anyone, but if they asked I would probably tell them. Shit like that just never enters conversation so its not really a secret, just a conversation that hasn’t happened yet.
I’m thinking really hard of a secret to share with all of you.
But I can’t think of anything.
Told you I was boring.
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