PostSecret
I bought a book yesterday - I know, when do I not buy a book - called Post Secret. If you get a chance you might want to check it out. It's about postcards people send this guy...they have secrets printed on them. And they are all kinds of secrets. Happy ones, sad ones, pervy ones.My mom is reading it now. Dad loved my Found Magazines, too. He's next on the must-read list.
Anyways, I think I may have blogged about this before, and such is life, but I think you have to get a grasp on what the whole concept of sharing a secret is like to really understand how interesting the book is. I dig the fact that so many people are creative and want to share the deepest parts of themselves with others. Sort of like in the movie 2046 That I truly hope you see, but maybe never will, that everyone has to share a secret with someone, even if it is just a hole in a tree.
But then comes the question, as the one who is often told secrets, because such is the nature of the work, there is a burden of bearing it. Having heard so many things at work, and often times out of work because for some reason I have the "talk to me" sticker on my forehead that even homeless people feel compelled to tell me things, it's a trip how much people will tell you. People are yearning to say things that they have been carrying for years, and the look on their face, is priceless, not in the shit in your pants way, but in the thank god I got that off my chest way. Sure there are tears, there are rages, but in the end there is always relief. Somehow.
Yet when I hear vents from all over, there are always reopened wounds, other things come up that are long buried then come back to life as if to be relieved again. This is another issue, where we cannot help but wonder if some secrets were meant to stay that way. But we know that doesn't bring healing; maybe some secrets need time, like we all do.
Check out the website if you don't have the scrills to buy the book: Post Secret. But if you are feeling strong enough to share a secret with us, the comments are always welcome to anonymous writers.
Unload, already.
Voodoo
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