I have for a while been an admirer of Brandy’s The Secret Project (and all things Brandy, if we’re being honest, because who else can make me feel in good company with my love of overindulging and Meg Ryan?). I have, to tell the truth, so many times intended to send Brandy a secret of my very own. But then I’d get to reading it and think OH GOD. SOMEBODY SENT IN MY SECRET FOR ME. HOLY MACKEREL. And then I realize that really, whew!, it wasn’t exactly my own secret. It was someone else’s. And OMG I AM NOT ALONE.
And it’s awesome. Truly awesome, I tell you.
Then reading yesterday got me thinking. I have some secrets I wouldn’t mind owning up to. Some secrets some people might get. Some secrets some people might judge, but who says there’s something wrong with weeding out the judgy folk?
1. I made my high school’s versity tennis team in 7th grade. But in the 6 years I lettered I was never the best. I was a pretty good figure skater but I never could beat my best friend in competition. I swam on the swim team but I was never what you’d call fast. I made all the magnet programs but I was never the smartest. I’ve let the feeling that I’ve never been and I’ll never be good enough hold me back my entire life.
2. Some days, like this past Friday, I’m pretty sure that I know who I’ll end up spending the rest of my life with. The kicker is that I’m going to have to be the one making the grand gesture. And part of that means laying off the tequila and the vodka and the curse words.
3. I really really really like Bojangles chicken supreme combos. Like, really. It’s my feel good (get fat) meal. And I eat it and dispose of it in private.
4. Writing number 3 actually made me feel good. Like, regular m&ms and a Diet Dr. Pepper good.
5. I am worried that my mother won’t be here next year. Or the year after that. And I’m worried that I don’t show her enough love and respect while she is.
6. I hide from people I know in public. They could be a good friend, a high school enemy, or a stranger I know and think doesn’t know me. No matter who, I hide. And go out of my way to avoid being seen.
7. There’s a part of me that has never touched drugs just so that I can try and be half the person my father is.
8. I think THE ENTIRE WORLD is talking about me behind my back. And no, nobody is an exception. I prefer to refer to it as social hypochondria.
9. Sometimes I pretend I really don’t like Britney Spears. (But I sort of do.) Sometimes I take what the roommate says about the shows I watch on tv being stupid and simple minded to heart. (But oh how I LOVE Two and a Half Men.) Sometimes I’m embarassed by the fact that I was an English major but I count every book by Sophie Kinsella in my top 50 list. (And many more chick lit publications.)
10. I hate talking politics because I fear that if I’m not well enough versed in a subject such as health care (but fully educated on immigration reform and abortion rights and gun control) someone will take what I say with a grain of salt and the field I work in with less than that.