Dirty Little Secrets

I'm feeling pensive, so this won't be a funny post. :)

For the Honors Program here we have to go to a certain number of 'Chautauqua' lectures. (Don't ask what that means, I honestly have no idea.) Basically they're to 'broaden our horizons' and all that good stuff. Strictly speaking, they're pretty boring, but there was one scheduled for tonight, and Emily had actually heard of the guy and thought it would be pretty good.

The man's name is Frank Warren, and five years ago he started a blog called PostSecret, where people anonymously send him postcards with a secret on them. Sometimes it's a silly secret, like 'I tell people I'm allergic to peanut butter, but really I'm not,' and sometimes it's a heavy one, dealing with suicide or loss or crime.

If you haven't seen or heard of this blog, I definitely recommend it. It's actually pretty moving. The concept is that there are some secrets you just can't tell anyone, but being able to write it down and tell a complete stranger gets it off your chest, you know? And that definitely makes it easier. But I think it's braver to actually tell someone you know.

And I got to thinking about the secrets my friends have entrusted me with. I'm blessed with a lot of friends, some of them that I've known my whole life, some that have grown apart from me over the years, and some that I've only known a year or so but that doesn't make them any less awesome. But with having a lot of friends comes a lot of drama. And sometimes I complain about all the drama that goes on, but the truth is, I'm honored that you guys trust me enough to confide in me. I guess before now I never realized just how hard that can be.

Not only that, but I'm also blessed to have friends that I can confide in. So if you're reading this, thank you. For trusting me, and letting me trust you. I love you guys.