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.
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I saw a music video once, I can't remember what it was but all that was on the screen was people holding up little note cards of their deepest darkest secrets. Its so incredible how strange we humans can get sometime. How, even though we think its only us doing some strange habit, or being afraid of somethign completely regular, but in reality there are so many people out there who share those feelings!
I was mesmorized by what I was reading, I actually forgot the song! I distinctly remember one (mind you this was years and years ago, I dont even remember the music.. ) abotu how this one girl liked to smell peoples feet! Like she would bend down to tie her shoes in a crowd of people and just sniff. So weird! But hey, I guess one persons feet are another's bouquet of roses...
I can't wait to look up this blog. I hope it still exists. Isn't it funny how the things we hold so silently are the very things that enterain and/or bind us...
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