some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again

I walked through the metal detector,
holding my breath,
as if I had something to hide.
And I suppose I did,
but my secrets wouldn't set off those alarms.
-Jodi Picoult, Change of Heart

Secrets.

Everyone's got them. Embarassing, silly, horrifying, humiliating, secretly proud of secrets.

My private secrets would make your very hairs stand on end. And maybe even pleasantly surprise you.

But my public secrets are nothing to hide.

Oh, you know what public secrets are. Everyone knows about them. But nobody talks in public about it or even to the person in question about them because 'its secret'.

Whatever.

People talk. They talk and they talk about someone until theyve run out of breath and still somehow manage to find something about that person to talk about the next day.

It defies logic.

And then there are the lies that people try to pass as truths.

Repetition of a lie does not make it a truth.

I know your truths, ladies and gentlemen. I have my sources. People who you think are your friends, tell me. People who I think are my friends probably tell you too.

Complicated small worlds here. Everyone knows everyone else. And everyone has a face for every person they meet and will tell them anything just to know a tad bit more.

Psh.

But just because I know about the reality of your life, even if I know the harsh truth of you, the raw embarassing tales about your life, your adolescence, your wealth, your education, your relationships, your friendships, your scandals, your vices, your hidden desires...that doesnt make me worthy to talk about what is, at the end of the day, your life and your business.

Even if we've never spoken face to face properly about many issues regarding you, I know. Because I know, believe me, I know... and heck who are we kidding?

You probably know all my reality too.

Or at least think you do.