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Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.


Superb Fairywren (Malurus cyaneus), Sandpiper Cottages, just north of Bicheno. January 2013.

Theme Thursday today and are we going to share SECRETS?

SECRETS?

Believe it or not, I'm not sure that I have any. SECRETS aren't much use to me. Sure, it's not uncommon that I come across matters or details that are confidential, personal and not to be shared; but they're not my SECRETS, and ultimately not particularly interesting to anyone other than those who own them.

No, I have no abandoned wives or children. No tawdry affairs of the heart (or trousers). I don't know where the bodies are buried nor do I care to know.

I've never stolen, borrowed or begged. Never bashed, molested or borrowed. Never been blackmailed, blackballed or blacklisted. I've never even received a parking ticket!

Boring?

Perhaps.

Predictable?

Hopefully!

Consistent?

Consistently.

No, no SECRETS. No clandestine covert underground undisclosed surreptitious hush-hush furtive cabals.

Just me.

And you.

Comments

anthonynorth said…
Sounds like a life well lived.
Susan said…
Bravo! I have some privacy and lots of stories I can choose to tel or not at my discretion. But secrets? I am in total agreement and happy to be boring, predictable, un-threatened by what people see or hear. This is a very attractive way of saying just that!
Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

You are so lucky if you do not have any secrets and if no one is keeping secrets away from you. I sometimes think it is not the secrets we know that bother us but the secrets we do not know, well that and knowing that others are keeping something secret from us.

Although sometimes maybe it is best that we do not know any of these secrets which is why I usually try not to learn anyone else's secrets. It is truly a lot easier to keep a secret if you do not know any secrets.

You are a very lucky person to not know any secrets or to have any secrets of which you have to hide from others. And thank goodness you have no tawdry affairs of which you have to keep hidden. The world would be a better place if so many men did not have to keep all their tawdry affairs hidden. Actually it would be a better place if they would just stop having all those tawdry affairs and the stupid women would stop having them with them.

I just love some of the things you share with us. My respect for you goes higher and higher. Happy Theme Thursday. Hope you are having a secret moment of sharing with your wife this weekend.

God bless.
Unknown said…
Doesn't seem boring - more of a what you see is what you get which can be a nice change!
Kris McCracken said…
Anthony, I hope so!

Susan, cheers.

Mrsupole, secrets and lies are not much use to anybody.

Robyn, well said.

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