Secrets

I was driving into work today and the radio show I listen to was talking about this new blog, "postsecret.blogspot.com" It is a bunch of secrets that some guy collected and has posted. They are all anonomous. Some people have shared simple secrets, like they don't wash their hands after peeing. Others shared dark secrets like cutting their neighbors cocaine and almost killing the neighbor, or having an affair, or feeling guilty about a friend's suicide.

So, naturally, I looked up the blog when I got to work. It is interesting. And frightening. What a work of art, other people's anonomous secrets. How many people share the same secret? The little white cards could have been written by anyone. But frightening, because we enjoy other people's secrets so much. The radio show had listeners call in, anonomously, and share secrets. One guy shared that he has been having an affair with a prostitute for 6 months. He pays about $400 a week for her. I want to judge him, but I know I shouldn't.

This blog also makes me wonder what secrets do I have that I have told noone? I know there are some, but I couldn't come up with one that I would write on the card and mail in. Not a one.

Random Questions

So I am getting into this blog thing. . . meaning I took some time today to complete my profile (that is if it can ever be complete with me being a constantly changing person-- but I digress). I get to the "Random Question." What is this? A random question? For me? I wonder if it is a test that I can get graded on (a nerdy part of me loves to get good grades). Or do I find out who else got the same question and I get to read their answers without being graded against them?

No, I just get to answer it and other people can learn about me based on my answer.

So I give it a try. The question is "The first time you had your shoes taken off were you suprised to find your toes still there?" What? My toes still there? Of course they were there. Wait, the first time my shoes were taken off-- How old was I... did I even know I had toes? Too complicated, and what type of impression will people get of me if I give a drawn out answer on a profile question.

I request a new question. "Why is the color blue rasberry flavored?" Now that's a good question. I really don't know the answer. Nope, better get a new question. This one borders on being graded.

"Create a tagline for a new line of plastic bedsheets." I do not want to touch this one. . .

"The love potion you made tastes terrible. How will you drink it?" Well, I don't plan on drinking it. Why would I want an artificial love potion love? How do I know if it's me or the potion? What happens when the potion wears out? I just don't want to go there. Love me for me, or don't love me at all.

So no "Random Question" for me. Sorry. I hope no one is dissapointed, and that everyone gets to know me without it.

In the New Year

For New Years Eve did you plan a night out, a party, a quite evening with family. . . I planned an evening with my husband. Whatever you or I do, it is done in celebration of one more year past and in celebration of a new year-- a blank slate.

The next thing we do for New Years is make a resolution. You may resolve to stop smoking, to loose weight, to clean out a closet, or to organize the sock drawer. Whatever the resolution, it is announced to friends and family, then there is the attempt to keep it for the next twelve months. It's usually a good thing we don't have good memories. . .

I wanted to resolve to loose weight, stay in shape, eat better, etc. I realize, however, that I'll most likely keep one of those resolutions for a month at best, but more likely a week.

So this year, my resolution is to think of myself less and others more.

I received an e-mail on New Years Eve from a good friend who I have not seen in years. She reflected on the current tsunami tragedy, the state of affairs in Afghanistan and Iraq. She mentioned friends that she had not keep up with, and now that tragedy has struck she is looking to find that they are okay. With this sentiment, she looked under her Christmas tree at the gifts she had received this year. She thought of how necessary they were, and decided to "trim the holiday fat." In this spirit she asked her friends and family that when the notion of giving a gift occurs to them, to send her an e-mail or a card. Then take the gift money and donation it to a worthwile cause. Her request is that her friends and family think of others outside that immediate circle of loved ones.

Thanks to her inability to sleep on New Years Eve and to her e-mail of that time, I resolve to think of the world around me and not just my friends, family, and the immediate area around me. I resolve to work on doing what I can to better others and by doing so better myself.

I hope everyone who reads this stops to think about their resolution. What did you resolve to do this year?

Starting a Blog

Well, my mother has done it. I am starting a blog. I (sadly) do not have anything to post currently, but come back. I am sure in time I will get around to the fun. . .