Searching for secrets often turns up surprising, if unrelated, info. For example, "Soul Sanitizers," an article about all the online sites where people spill secrets offers the info that the Vatican was forced (?) to issue a 2002 pronouncement that confessing your secrets in pixels is not equivalent -- religiously speaking -- to sitting in a coffin sitting on end and spilling your guts out to a priest.
"Some secrets you never can tell, 'cause the truth will reveal your lies," is the explosion of truth and sound from "Don't Even Miss Me" the song opening The Deception EP of Jersey indie rockers, Hero Pattern. If you care, just because you don't know, Hero Pattern features Jason Kundrath on "Vox/Guitar" and the EP was produced by the Japanese label Fabtone Records.
An elephant never forgets? How about, never forget that if you have a secret, anything can give it away. Because if the woolly mammoths took secrets to their grave, it could be their hair that gives them away.
One person's nasty, spiteful rumormongering is another's bit of office fluff. As columnist Laura Lewis Brown writes, "Saying that other people's predicaments can be entertaining makes me feel guilty, like I'm a backstabber who talks about my friends in negative ways. Not true. ...Gossip is a popular game. [And] It's fun to think people are talking about me in a good way." Just make sure nobody talks about you in a "bad way." As if you could.
A secret man is to give a secret speech to a secret group. Odds on Vice President Dick Cheney telling the Council for National Policy that we need a more open society?
As written before, the power of a secret is in its interest to someone else. So, if you announce you have "klee kleed" the rice and nobody would give a rat's patoot to break the code, then it is not a secret family language, but merely code or perhaps even just plain language, a new word with a definition not widely agreed upon. Not that some people don't think they can sell a few ads around "family words."
Is it fair that you keep your secrets close if you live well thanks to the money you earn exposing others' secrets? That is just one of the mysteries of Drudge, author of the seventh (?) most visited American-based web site.
It is the best of all ways to keep the secrets you really care about. Admit to something inane -- a "Murder She Wrote" addiction, for example -- as a way to placate the seeker of your darker secrets.
The secret that gives you power is a blessing; the one you keep out of fear is a curse. The same secret can be both as in the case of the Irish gentle(wo)man who mustered the courage to tell family (wife, kids, grandkids and other family, all of whom grew to accept it) about his sex change operation, but now must internally struggle whether and when and what to tell the men she meets socially. As a 57-year-old woman he regrets but is optimistic about his current dating results.
Does someone really need to promise to explain "The Secrets Behind Facebook and MySpace?" After all, isn't the basic secret being able to hide yourself from one group (your parents, say) while secretly exploring (and sometimes communicating in the group's code) with some sort of cabal to which you do or at least want to belong?
