What's Your Secret?

In My Humble Opinion
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This idea came to me while I was eating breakfast, and I thought it would be great. I can’t believe that it’s not already here, but a search of the past year didn’t turn it up. So here goes…

What’s a secret that you really wanted to share, but couldn’t?

Also, did you give into temptation and let the cat out of the bag, or did you keep it to yourself?

I wouldn’t ask you to do anything I wouldn’t do, sooo…

  1. In 8th grade, my mom and my best friend’s mom were also friends. Best Friend and her mom were two of the sweetest people you could ever hope to meet. They were VERY religious, but never judged the rest of us or pushed their beliefs on anyone else.

My mom accidentally let it slip once that my best friend’s older sister, then in her 20s, had been conceived out of wedlock. She told me that she was the only person who knew, and I was strictly forbidden to say anything to anyone, especially my best friend. Of course I never did.

But on Halloween in 8th grade, my best friend was seriously bummed because everyone was going trick-or-treating except her. See, her mom wouldn’t let her because Halloween is Satanic, and trick-or-treating is a sin. I really wanted to tell her what I knew, so that she could say, “I’m not allowed to ask the neighbours for candy, but you can have sex before you’re married?!?!” :wink:

2)Senior year in high school, a good friend of mine (but a better friend of Mr Mercury’s) was dying. No really, she was dying. In fact, her brother had sent me an instant message asking me to play the flute at her funeral. I cried all night.

But gradually, I began to realize some things. Her brother only IMed me with her screen name. He typed just like she did, with the same typos. She was often waiting for the results of tests (that would tell us whether she was living or dying) at ridiculous times of the day, like 7 am. Once, she told us that she was in the clear and would be fine. The next day, we were all eating breakfast when she pulled a note out of her purse, written on her mother’s letterhead, telling her that she’d been wrong about the tests and they needed to be redone. Her mother’s writing looked just like hers.

I smelled a rat.

However, I felt like the only person alive who didn’t believe this story. I couldn’t tell anyone because A) what if I was wrong? B) She obviously needed help and C) what kind of person doesn’t believe she’s dying?!

In the end, she didn’t pull an Elvis. Gradually other people began to realize it was not true, but to this day, I don’t think anyone ever said anything to her. I ended up confessing to Mr Mecury once he stopped believing she was going to die.

3)I fell head-over-heels, butt-over-teakettle, rip-your-hair-out in LOVE with my best friend, who’d just ended a long relationship (and ended it none to well). Never said a word to anyone, at all, and would have been happy to take it to my grave.

What do you got? Unburden your soul!

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When I was in high school, if you were not doing well in your class(es) half way through the semester Green Slips would be mailed home by your teachers to alert your parents to push your nose to the grindstone. Their was a part the parents signed, tore off and sent back to the school.

I intercepted each and every one of these Green Slips during my four years of education. And I got alot of them. I think for every class, just about. I forged my mom’s name all those years.

Which wasn’t too hard, since I did the intial forgery on the school documents freshman year .

And I had to forge my mom’s name not so long ago for something ( can’t really remember, but she Ok’d it.) I was amazed on how easy it all came back to me.

Too bad my mom isn’t a bajillionaire or something. I could get her a new will. :smiley:

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I have a huge crush on a co-worker; but, I’ve already mentioned this fact on the SDMB.

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At the end of my Jr year in college I realized I didn’t have and was not going to have the money for my Sr year so having already been there 4 years (drank away the first year) I just pretended I graduated. I was amazed how easy it was. I got a job I needed a (Chemistry) degree for within 2 weeks. When the employer asked for my degree I told them I would be graduating in a couple weeks. They never asked again. Phew. I spent the next year working there and taking classes on the side. Luckilly I only had 3 classes left to take and they were offered at night. I graduated a year later and simply hung my diploma on the wall in my office like nothing ever happened. Nobody even noticed that the graduation year on it says 1993 not 1992. I know I would not have the balls to do that now.

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When I was 14 (20 years ago) I was spending the night with my best friend at his dads house. It was his weekend to take him, and his dad was often fun to hang around with. That night his dad went to a company party with his girlfriend and told us he wouldn’t be home till late. We were young boy teenagers and of course what did we do? Neither one of us had ever been drunk before so no better time than the present. There was a gallon sized bottle of Vodka in the cabinet. We started with shots…nasty stuff…then when we couldn’t taste it anymore, just chugged. Until is was mostly gone and neither of us could stand. Praying to the porceline god that evening we managed to refill the bottle with about 3 quarts water so we wouldn’t be detected…

We never told anyone, but around ten years ago we were at a BBQ at his dads place where after a few beers, he (dad) told the whole family how pissed his was the next night to find his vodka so watered down he could barely catch a buzz :slight_smile: Everyone laughed

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I’m leaving my job … dying to tell someone, but haven’t signed the new contracts yet, so I’m too nervous to burn the bridges so soon.

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As an older teen I read my best friend’s Mom’s diary from circa 15 years before – we were moving them to a new home and the diary latch was broken – I had about 20 minutes with it alone in a Moving truck. Discovered she cried when the little brotherwas born because she wanted a girl so much & some sex stuff not graphically bawdy but still – but the secret was that I read it. I should be ashamed & am

I wasn’t a “kid” – but was a dopey “youth”.

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I was madly in love with my father’s best friend. Never did act on it, but I’m 99% certain it was a mutual thing. 99.9% sure lol. To this day it makes me smile when my dad tells me “Joe asked after you.”

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Used to have an issue with ‘Winky’. Winky was a pain. Always acting up all the time.

Had not honed the art of control over Winky.

Asked a good friend for advice. Pain the rear to stand before class whilst Winky was too.

Advised to ‘adjust’ Winky and hold him in place with pressure from my belt and jeans. After a bit Winky would revert.

Worked like a charm.

One day I was in a class and we went wandering in the wood. Natural wetland + steep hills + errant footstep = muddy pants.

No big deal have a pair of shorts in locker. Swap jeans and belt for shorts.

Only had one class left for the day, figured I would make it.

Reading in class. Winky acts up. Reflex action. Forgot I was wearing shorts.

Winky was free for less time than Janet Jackson’s boob.

Since everyone was ‘busy’ reading, I assumed no-one saw.

Was walking to my locker overheard two girls from my last class.

‘Did you see it, he was right next to you, it was big, you had to see it.’

Eye contact, eyebrow raises.

Nothing happened afterward, no-one said anything to me.

I make pretend nothing happend, what were we talking about?

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One of my friends has a beard that she shaves. I’ve never told anyone because I’m a good friend.

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  1. Playing racketball with my brother. I lose a point and we kinda both end up mashed together to one side of the court, on each other and against the wall. I’m upset, kick hard at the wall (my back is to the wall, so I kinda “stomp” on it). Unfortunately, I catch my brother’s ankle. I play it off as “losing my balance, heat of the moment” accident. It was an accident, but a “dumb temper” one. I still feel really guilty. Not a serious injury, bud did need some medical help.

  2. I know about my dad’s out of wedlock son, a shack up scenario with some odd twists. It would count as a youthful indiscretion (over fifteen years before I was born and ten before my parents married). I doubt my dad was ignorant of the pregnancy. My half-brother was put up for adoption. He tried to locate my father a few years ago, but was working up the courage to contact him. His wife called, but had my phone number and address by mistake (beware 'net info for big issues, people!). So I know; my dad doesn’t know I know; and as far as I know, no one else is aware of this. I was a chicken(?), and told my step-brother’s wife I felt I shouldn’t interfere. I was more or less a moot point, since I was living pretty far away then. And I’m in a different country entirely, now.