I nev­er tell any­one to keep my secrets. I only tell secrets to those I trust, which hap­pens to be less than a hand­ful of peo­ple. These peo­ple know me well enough to under­stand the grav­i­ty of what I talk about and gage whether they should keep it to them­selves.

Whenever peo­ple ask that I don’t tell any­one else about what they’re about to say, I nev­er even acknowl­edge the request. For me, it’s a com­plete giv­en, some­thing that should­n’t even have to be said. I will rarely talk about any­one to any­one else, because one can nev­er be too sure about what should be kept secret. Some peo­ple find that I take this a lit­tle to the extreme, since I won’t even talk about some­thing like what some­one ordered for din­ner on the off-chance that they’re on a diet and don’t want oth­ers to know. The risk of hurt­ing some­body is nev­er worth it to me.

I think this way main­ly due to the fact that I’ve gone through a lot of pain and trou­ble, sim­ply due to some “inno­cent” gos­sip. I can’t fuck­ing stand it when peo­ple talk about things that don’t con­cern them in any way, aside from only know­ing the peo­ple involved. I espe­cial­ly can’t stand it when some­one knows that say­ing some­thing is wrong, and they go ahead and do it any­way. It’s made me a very unopen per­son to most. It’s not just the poten­tial for hurt though, there are some things that I sim­ply don’t want peo­ple to know.

But that’s anoth­er sto­ry alto­geth­er.