I Am Not Safer Than a Bank

Obviously, I have a thing for titling my blogs after Matthew Good songs. Smart man, he is.

Maybe it’s because he’s always right, kind of like a few other people in my life (You know who you are. After all, you’re always right).

There’s this thing called the Secret. We have a tendency to tell ourselves we think we can trust others with them, that they won’t repeat it.

But, honestly, that’s pretty much asking someone to do something you yourself are incapable of. After all, you told them, right?

Thus begins the vicious cycle of gossip. We think we can fight it, tell ourselves a fellow human is more decent or moral than us. But reality eventually catches up. Don’t ever underestimate the idiocy of a human being.

Honestly, telling someone a Secret does nothing more than hurt them. In doing so, you place a burden you once had on them, and, therefore, part of the blame of the consequences resulting in the universal knowledge of the former Secret.

And then you think you have the right to beat that person upside the head. But, really, you’re the only one to blame.

Keep your own damn mouth shut.