Hrm. My mother reads this, doesn't she?

I don't do secrets, really. It's not my style! Hiding things from people makes life... inordinately complicated, you see.

That being said, not all information is meant to be shared with everyone in my life. For example, what I had for lunch today... nobody cares. It was pizza. You don't care. If it were inordinately delicious, unimaginably terrible, self-made, unique, or if I had a special relationship to pizza, then it would be slightly more interesting, but you see, it's not. Thus, might as well withhold the information, because really, who cares?

That being said, there is also a realm of information that is very interesting, yet not for sharing. I'm not a kiss and tell sort of person, and the people who have been told about all the... er... kissing I've been a part of are few. Secrets? No, the goings-on, or, I suppose, wents-on between me and my ex-lady are understood to be private, so there's not a problem withholding it.

That being said, sometimes there's interesting and sharable information that you simply don't want certain people to see. But it's not malicious! It avoids potential discomfort, perhaps, or prevents disappointment, perhaps, or preserves an idealized image of oneself in the minds of others, perhaps, but it does nothing Wrong, right? Withholding certain information from specific parties for my own benefit... it's not like I'm lying, is it? Certainly not. I'm merely maintaining an inaccurate image of myself to those who I care about the most.

That being said, I've been told I'm particularly hilarious when I'm drunk.

That being said... well, perhaps I've said enough for the night.