When someone shares something with you that is confidential, you have to show them that you're trustworthy. You will keep their confidence.
So often do i hear the words 'promise me...' and 'please make sure...'.
So many promises can carry a massive burden.
And sometimes, it's hard to control what comes out of your mouth.
'oh yeah, i remember that this happened when so and so....oh wait, never mind.'
Why do people tell you their secrets if they do not trust you?
Why impress upon someone your inner thoughts, and then beg them to tighten their lips.
Sometimes it can be difficult to keep things inside, and this can easily drive you insane.
Just like a cut on the roof of your mouth, that wont heal because you keep licking it.
Your mind will cave in, self implode, collapse, whatever you want to call it.
The burden that you carry of keeping your word is hard, but losing a friend's trust is a hard experience, and hard to gain it back again.
Beware of who you talk to, and what you swear to your heart, your death, and your eyes. just like the school yard chant.
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for some reason, ive never been a fan of secrets. i always had the impression that they are there to be told. like a private public announcement. everyone will find out...but secretly. “Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” Benjamin Frankiln
about three weeks ago, for the first time in my life, someone told me an important secret and i succeeded in telling absolutely no one. i hadn't realized how beautiful it is to keep someone's confidence absolutely because i had never experienced it, either as a secret-keeper, or the person confiding. trust is beautiful. betrayal, even accidental betrayal, is maybe the most painful thing a human can suffer.
although i do agree that secrets can be a terrible burden. like lead.
yeah, it is a great feeling when you know that you have the mental capability to keep others' secrets to yourself. earlier in the year, i had my closest friends confiding in me, except they werent secrets. they werent things that you would expect to be secrets. there was no 'dont tell anyone but...'. none of that. it was just in this small net of friends that i had spoken to others about what some people had said, and it turned into a terrible circle of lies and backstabbing. it was awful.
the friendships broke down, and there was massive conflicts.
i learned a lesson from that, which is the only beauty i can see in the horrible happenings of the beginning of the year.
Since then, if someone tells me their secrets, or just talks about things that are in a whispered tone, or where it's just me and them, i do not tell anyone else. there have been times where i nearly do, but i remember the early fight i had.
i never want that again.
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