Today while walking home from school (well, more like Chinatown since I ate dinner there for the grand sum of $1.90--however, I spent about $11 on brunch) I thought about some friends that I am no longer friends with yet I told personal things to. I guess that would make them secrets. It weirded me out a bit to think that there are people out there with strange bits of into tucked away in their grey matter about ME. They may not remember the things right away but if you poked them in the right place with an electric what-cha-ma-jigger they'd probably bolt upright and be like "YUP, ROBYN LIKES TO EAT BABIES!" or something like that. I do not like to eat babies though. I swear. Um.
So. I'm looking at post secret and picking the ones that are funny. There are plenty of depressing things on this page buuuut I'll glance over them for the moment.
- None of my friends go on diets so I know I don't do this! Bwahaha! If any of them were fatter than me then they probably should go on a diet. Then we could do it together and it would be fun. And then we'd fail and eat pancakes.
- HAHAHA!
- I wouldn't want to wipe someone's butt either
- I've wondered about this. I mean, there's no reason for them to not read your postcards. I'd do it!
- That's disturbing
- Good god, why?
I don't have a lot of secrets, now that I think about it. I have one stupid secret, but it's not a secret. It's just a stupid anecdote.
When I was in 7th grade in Taiwan, my friends and I were sitting in the courtyard of our school. Nearby sat a lonely bowl of butter pecan ice cream. While I'm more of a pig now than I was back then, I...um. I ate the ice cream. Or ate some of it. I didn't just pick it up and eat it, I asked my friend if she thought I should eat it. We thought it was funny. A little bit later, an 8th grade girl came over asking if we saw her ice cream.
...uh. Nooo, not at all! The bowl wasn't in view at the time because we put it behind something. I told my friend to throw it out, or rather fractically motioned for her to chuck it. The 8th grader KNEW I ate it, or that we did something with it. She obviously wasn't just inquiring as to where her ice cream was.
I think I was scared of 8th graders when I was in 7th grade. Haha.
The end.