Gossip Girl...

I have only one secret left. I haven’t ever said it out loud- to anyone. I haven’t even written it out- not in a journal, nor an article. It is the only thing I have left to cling to. It is the one thing I have kept from you.
Secrets don’t make friends. This statement, it is the most bogus statement in the world. What is friendship based on, you ask? Oh, well allow me to shed some light on the subject. The reason you have friends, not acquaintances, but true friends? They want your secrets. They want to know what no one else does. It makes us feel special. Don’t lie and say you aren’t curious what your “best friend” is thinking right now. Yes, I know you are. That’s why your friends.
We pick our friends based on who has the juiciest stories. We search out an individual and say, “Ooh, she’s the one. She looks like she has a lot on her mind. I want to know what she does.” And it’s true, we can’t wait to know what she does.
Truly, when you think about it, friendship- secret searching- is practically a never ending quest for knowledge. It is our own twisted way to learn. Sure, it’s not math, it’s not world history, but it’s fresh information that we didn’t have ten seconds ago. We are a taking society. We take and take. We eat up the tragedies, the mistakes, the humor, the gossip. We love it.
Don’t say you don’t. You know you do, you can’t help it. Even I love it. We all love our taking- our consumption- right up until we are asked to share. Wait a minute! I just got this fresh information, why would you want to know about me? The truth is, your friends, they are secret searchers too. They want to know what you know.
Few of us are selfish with our limited knowledge. We never find ourselves saying, “No, I don’t know any fresh gossip. I have never made a mistake, I’ve never been embarrassed, I’ve never had a secret.” We wouldn’t dare deny our inquirer this information. They care, they are curious about me!
This secret though, it’s mine. I refuse to share with you. It’s tragic really. I bet you don’t have a secret as painful as mine. What’s that you say? Nope! Mines better. I bet you want to know why it’s better than your tragedy. Well, here’s my secret to my secret- It’s still a secret. And now I know yours, so that’s why mines better.
Oh! Don’t you worry not one little bit- your secret, it’s safe. I don’t keep many friends. I never have liked to share. What’s mine, well that’s mine. What you do with your belongings, that’s your business.
Go secret searcher, go find your next human encyclopedia. They are chock full of information they are just dying to spill into some new subject. Loose lipped America- she’s ready to share.
Did you hear…?
Gee thanks for sharing,
Jessica D. Hunt