Post Secret

I have a ritual. Every Sunday, for the past two years, I eagerly log onto www.postsecret.com . (Yes, it is actually a blog!) Each week, new “secrets” are displayed. Everyday people send in their deep secrets to Frank, where on this website he posts these raw, dark, and often-humorous confessions ordinary people. I find myself so drawn into these artistic post cards where people present their secrets. Often times, I think to myself “Oh me too! I feel the same way!” when I read some of the postcards. Other times, these secrets can scare me, and I think about the people who sent them in. But even though the “secrets” can be haunting they still have something that you cannot always find; and that is the pure honesty that they portray.
This blog has even brought me closer to one of my friends. Ironically, I kept it my secret throughout high school that I read this website weekly. I mean, on the surface it does sound a little weird, right? However, on a morning coffee run together, she casually mentioned some website “Post Secret.” Evidently, I was shocked and excited that someone else read this site. We even went as far to admit that we both felt like we were the only ones who read it. As we sipped our warm lattes, we ended up talking for hours about our favorite post cards. The ones that had haunted us, or the ones that made us laugh so hard we cried. I never thought that reading random people’s secrets would draw me so close to another person. But now, she is apart of my “ritual” as well, because each Sunday when we have read that week’s secrets, I know that I will hear from the person who enjoys these confessions and the unconventional honesty that the website portrays as much as I do.

College: Summer Camp or Life?

This whole thing doesn’t seem real to me. I feel like I have been on vacation or at some academic summer camp this past month. I don’t know if it’s the abnormal heat or the southern draw that people have here, but somehow this place doesn’t quite feel like home yet. I never thought that I would end up in Texas-actually that is the last place I thought I would be. I feel like I’ve had an extended sleep over with my roommate, and shortly I will return home to my queen size bed. That’s not to say that I am not enjoying myself, in fact I love it, but I feel lost the majority of the time. I think that it’s because I have no sense of direction, and right when I think I know where I am, I am actually on the opposite side of campus. At home I always know that west is where the mountains are, therefore I generally know my way around. Speaking the mountains, that explains the title of my blog, “3-oh-3.” “303” is the area code of my hometown, but this blog is supposed to be anonymous, so I guess I’ll let you figure out where that is.