I think Hobbes was a dangerous buffoon with a philosophy just this side of actual Fascism whose works gave justification to Cromwell, one of England’s most despotic, moronic rulers and a fucking Calvinist, to boot!
Oh, this is for secrets… 
Anthracite,
Please do not despair over the ultimate cessation of the universe. . . Our beloved sun will become a Red Dwarf and explode into superheated gases that will engulf our entire solar system long before the unvierse ends. As a matter of fact, the sun only has about half of it’s life left in it’s current state. We’re about 100 million years away from. . . POOF!
But the real reason why you should not despair is that it is pretty miraculous that you are even here at all. If you look at all of the potential humans that could have been made out of your very genetic substance (millions) and then multiply that by every other person curently alive, then you have a number that is ridiculously, insanely, large.
BUT, (and you gotta smell a big BUT here) the vast majority of humans that have EVER been on this planet are either dead or not yet created. So, my point is that for you to be sitting here reading this at this particular point of time is statistically something like 1 to 2457 Quintillion. . . The same exact probability that would exist if you took a pebble in your hand while standing at any random location in the world, and threw it in the air so that it would land edge-side up on a dung beatle in Armadillo, Texas, where the force of it would drive the terrified insect into the ground, which in turn would cause a rift to open in the ground that oozed oil. Not a very high chance of that happening, eh? Well, that is the same chance you had of existing today.
So revel in your time spotlighted in life.
Seriously, if you are still worried I recommend that you read “Unweaving The Rainbow” by physicist Richard Dawkins. The book addresses yours and similar fears and might help make your philisophical understanding of science more bearable.
oh, and now for my secret. . .I am not one of those humans curerently alive. . . .MUHAHAHAHA 
Una, do not fear, once we reach the Omega Point every person who has ever lived will be resurrected in the great data base of the universe. To live forever.
I’m always afraid…of everything.
I get huge crushes on actors/actresses constantly that die-out after a month or two which leaves me thinking “what the…?” [don’t worry, it makes sense to me].
I have a girlfriend but the thought of cheating on her with someone else [guy, girl, whatever] manages to cross my mind at least 5 times a day.
Now THAT’S a cool secret!!! Just curious, are you still alive?
If I told you I would have to kill you! <g>
I really do minister to puppets designed by and held in copyright by the sons and daughters of a certain public television director whose name implies the male offspring of a female chicken.
I’m also a werewolf.
I drove my car for a year without licence, registration, or insurance.
I pretend to be more artistic than I am.
I like Wayne Newton.
There really is a wocket in my pocket. I’m not happy to see you at all.
:dubious:
Ok, remember that movie “The Crying Game”?
OK, some soon to be ex-secrets
All through Post Grad University I had a beard.
I have more Lego now than when I was 15.
I think the Power Puff Girls cartoons are really funny (shame they didn’t keep the original name Whoopass Girls)
My tastes of media is absolutely shocking. I like crap shows and don’t mind the mindless pop songs.
I can follow and enjoy any cartoon show on TV (old and new Transformers, My Little Pony, Digimon, etc) except for Spongebob Squarepants.
I pranged the car twice since I’ve gotten my car and not told my parents.
I broke up with a (barely) gf in highschool who was nuts and suffocating me by lying that I was cheating on her. And given a choice, I would do exactly the same thing again.
Oh, and I suppose you think that’s enough, eh? There’s lots more work for you to do. Get back here and finish the job.
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I thought i was the only one. Whew.
When I was 16, I was a boy scout. My best friend and I stole a gallon of consecrated communion wine out of the church basement where we held our troop meetings and split it up in the parking lot, using four quart-sized canteens. The next day, I went home for lunch, drank the wine, and went back to school hammered.
I bite my toenails. I have no idea how i am flexible enough to do this.
I like being spanked.
I have a crush on Britney Spears. I would like her to spank me.