Secrets

Things are a little tense. Or intense. And I am not good at keeping secrets, but I do my best. Actually I'm better at keeping secrets from my family than anything else. Because weird shit happens to me. The kind of things that you think only happen to other people. So I have this little archive of secrets: that thing when I was 18, when I was 21, when I was 23, when I was 29. I guess you develop a talent for not telling your family things. And it becomes a habit. But really, if your parents freak out when you come home after curfew, what are they going to do when you tell them you're not a virgin anymore? So it's just best not to tell them things, for both your sakes. They don't need to know everything.

Besides, I feel like I can justify it with the reasoning that they don't even know what I do in my not secret life because they either don't pay attention or don't bother to ask. The weather is usually the most pressing subject for my parents. Which is fine in most cases. Sometimes I wonder what they tell their friends about me. They really don't know much, so what can they possibly say? I suppose it's probably something like what the weather is like where I live. It's so mild there...