Everybody has them and despite them being supposedly “secret”, someone always knows them.

At some point in our lives we harbour other people’s secrets as well as keeping our own and there will be, without a shadow of a doubt, a time when you’ll think it’s OK to disclose a secret to someone you thought you could trust.  This disclosure will possibly have resounding repercussions that’ll make you wish you’d never opened your mouth, however once you do, there’s little you can do. 

I’ve on more than one occasion let slip someone’s secret so I guess that means I’m not exactly the trustworthy type when it comes to being told a secret.  I haven’t meant to and in my defence I thought I was telling someone I could trust but as we always find in this life, the only person you can truly trust is yourself. 

It would be interesting to find out what would actually happen if we never told our secrets to anyone.  Would we suffer spontaneous human combustion with the burden of it all, or are we supposed to offload these snippets of scandal as a natural form of human function to prevent us from implosion?

I personally see disclosure of secrets as a form of discussion, there are always two sides to the coin and therefore it’s necessary to acquire others’ opinions, is it not? 

I’d love to go on a show like Big Brother; maybe not these days as it seems the weirder you are the better, but I would really have to re-think my ambition to enter the Big Brother experience for fear of what The News of the World would dredge up from my past.  Let’s just say there wouldn’t be room for any surprise contestants as there’d be too many of my skeletons leaping like lemmings out of the closet!

I’ve had a colourful life; it’s been dramatic, erratic, varied and full of interesting people, some of which are my closest friends.  I’ve lived at many addresses and have to think carefully when I return home in case I go to the wrong house and as for men in my life, well, I don’t really want to commit myself to the amount in case you misjudge me, but there’s been a few. 

I’ve never been very good at sticking with something, I possess the attention span of a gnat and I get bored with routine.  I’m not exactly the most responsible person in the world either, with things or money.  I’ve been known to get myself into some pickles where finances are concerned but I don’t let it worry me, what’s the worst they can do?

I’m a happy go lucky kind of person and perhaps I don’t take life as seriously as I should, but who said life was to be taken seriously? We make our own rules up don’t we?  I don’t like conformity and I’m crap with authority; we all wipe our backsides the same so whether you’re a Managing Director or a Binman, you get treated the same in my company.  I like people and I try not to judge them, I’ve been tarnished with certain opinion in the past and it’s not a nice thing to have to deal with when you feel you have to defend who or what you are.  If there is someone in your life who makes you feel bad about yourself – remove them, walk away.

I’ve recently re-kindled a relationship with someone, well two people in fact and I’m still a little undecided as to whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.  These people, in the past, have judged me terribly and have been openly disappointed in the way I behave and the way I live my life.  Just so you know, I’ve never killed anyone, I’m not a heroin addict and I haven’t been to prison.  Now whilst all of these things are bad, some people are these things and I’m not about to condemn anyone for the way they end up, however, this is not me and I don’t think my life should be compared to those who really disappoint their friends and family.

The thing that makes me really laugh is that if these two people really knew the ins and outs of my life, my past in particular, then I wouldn’t blame them for feeling the way they have, but they don’t.  Some people know, alot of people have no idea but as you don’t know me and I have the beauty of anonymity, then perhaps I’ll let you into a little secret ….