December 14, 2009
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Take it to the Grave
Every other week or so, someone I know will present me with a piece of information that I will have to take to my grave. Only a small few of these are mine. I may create something I have to take to the grave once a year, if that. Strangely, none of these are work related. Those will usually declassify 20 years from when I am told, and unless I work on them, I can pretty much forget about it.
Why am I seen as some safe for information? It’s right up there with being the advice guy. It’s scary when you are piecing together your life, and people are looking to you as the person that has it all together. It almost makes me want to say, “Holy crap, you’re screwed if I’m the guy that’s helping you.”
It’s so bad that I have temporarily forgotten some of the secrets. That is, they are not in my active “keep your mouth shut” area. They only come up when come catalyst reminds me of it. For example, let’s say that you secretly switched your family’s cereal to the cheap stuff, but didn’t tell the kids. You let me know this, but tell me not to tell them. I’ll most likely forget about it. However, when I’m having breakfast at your house, and your kid says he really likes his cereal (calling it by a different name), I am suddenly reminded, and them promptly have to shut up.
The amount of secret planning that I am a part of makes me feel like the Delta Force of friends. I can’t confirm or deny anything.
On a final note, many of the ones that I create for myself normally don’t really involve me. It’s usually information that I ply out of people when they are drunk, or through conversation techniques that I developed. It’s like, “Oops. Now that I know that, let’s never bring it up again.”
Comments (1)
Yeah I don’t think I could take anything to the grave. I might not tell a certain person who I’m not suppose to, but I still would have to tell somebody.