Keeping secrets.
Posted: April 25, 2006 Filed under: Uncategorized 5 Comments »
I’m reading a great mystery by Laura Lippman. It’s called To The Power of Three. I really like the book and I like the other books I’ve read of hers. I like that she’s real Baltimore. I like recognizing places and all that, but it’s more than that.
About a year ago, our friends Scott and Melissa called us. They said they were the only friends (read as “geeks”) they had that would enjoy going to see the radio show Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me being recorded live at Goucher College. And yes, we were excited to be invited. And lucky for me, Laura Lippman was the guest! She was relaxed and cool and calm. And real. Anyway, I like her books a lot. (Her partner is David Simon of The Wire fame, by the way… Lots of creativity in that house!) But I digress.
There are some serious secrets in the book I’m reading. I have about 50 pages left to go & if I wasn’t sitting here blogging, I’d be finding out what the thrilling conclusion is! But instead, I’m thinking about secrets. What makes people good at keeping them? What makes people like surprises? I am keeping a secret from Andrew’s sister. It’s hard! Andrew is taking her someplace on Thursday. She doesn’t know where. She’s curious of course. And he didn’t help matters! He told her “lunch” and then said be ready by 9:30 am. So where is this lunch? In Philadelphia?
Of course, I know the secret. I’m having trouble keeping it. But if I don’t talk to her or email her, I can do it. I think. I did kind of mention that if she wasn’t feeling well on Thursday, I’d be happy to take her place. But I’m not holding my breath.
Everyone has secrets. Most of you have seen the PostSecret blog. I’m not a regular reader, but I do check it out. And it grips me. It makes me feel so odd. I can’t explain it. Someone told me recently that she was thinking of sending a postcard in. I said I didn’t have anything to send. She told me that I must have a secret that I’ve never told anyone. I didn’t think so at first. But, I suppose that I do. I’m just not sure I can take the step.
Surprises. I hate surprise parties. But I love parties. Surprise me by telling me you want to throw me a party! And then let me participate. Now that’s fun! What’s not fun is worrying that someone you care about would be left out inadvertently. That would be some surprise.
Then there’s the big surprise…a baby. Some pregnant women don’t want to know the sex of their child until they deliver. They want to be surprised. My theory is that it’s a surprise when you find out at 4 months or it’s a surprise when you find out at 9 months. Why not have that gratification earlier? Let’s get the surprise over with so we can plan and paint and get ready!
I believe in immediate gratification. I guess not everyone eats the creamy part of the Oreo first. But I do.
not only do i eat the middle of the oreo first, i also read the last paragraph of books first, too.
(and i used to unwrap christmas gifts i found in my parent’s closet and rewrap them. i hate suprises.)
I love to be surprised…I was suprised twice for my 50th, and I loved it.
I can keep a secret if need be…I’m trustworthy.
I waited both times, until delivery to find out the sex…I really liked doing it the old fashioned way.
Kristin – doesn’t that ruin the book?
Cruisin – I’m jealous, actually. It always looks so fun to be surprised! (I can keep a secret, too…)
sometimes
but most of the time it just intrigues me more. the last paragraph isn’t usually the plot of the entire story, but it’s just enough to settle me down so i can read the book. i’m too antsy to know the ending when i start a book so i tend to skim it and then i don’t enjoy the book.
insane. i know.
I like to be surprised and almost beg people not to tell me things that should be a surprise! I think it’s really hard to have surprise parties nowadays. People get suspicious if you try to get them to do something out of the ordinary to line them up for the party.
I am very good at keeping secrets. My sister, however, learned a hard lesson when I didn’t talk to her for almost a year for giving out my phone number to someone who I didn’t want to have it. Actually she didn’t give it out but she did dial me from that person’s phone (at their request), so on their phone bill, wah-lah, was my phone number. But now she’s much better about it.
I’m getting hungry for Oreos.