Have you ever been to PostSecret?
I’m betting you have. If not, stop reading this right now and click that link.
Years ago – I forget how many now – I found that website. It was not yet the huge phenomenon it’s since become, but it was no less special.
It became part of my weekly routine, to read the secrets on Sundays and spend time reflecting. I’m not ashamed to say that some of those secrets felt more worshipful to me than any time I’ve ever spent in church.
I’ve sent in secrets, sure I have. None of them have ever been published, either on the website or in any of the books, but it was exhilarating sending them out into the open.
There are lots of websites dedicated to cleansing ourselves of our secrets, and most of them are wildly popular. TrueMomConfessions, which spawned a whole slew of spinoffs. Millions of people have read the PostSecret website, and contribute regularly in several ways. One of the most popular things on a message board I used to frequent was the “confession” thread, where we all took turns anonymously posting dirty, silly, or earth shattering secrets.
Why do we, as a species (?), find such catharsis in keeping secrets? In letting them out? In reading the secrets of other people we will never meet?
Under the cover of anonymity, we become so honest.
It’s not practical, I guess, to do that every day. Some things just can’t be disclosed, I suppose.
But what if we could? What if you could call up your spouse or your mom or your boss and tell them that secret you’ve been keeping since grade school?
I think the human race would be a great deal kinder if we were all just honest and open.
Tell me a secret – post it anonymously, or be bold and try out the honesty theory.
Or tell someone who really matters.
This image was stolen shamelessly from this week’s postsecrets. I think it’s ok that I stole it.