I’ve got a secretBy Wade Kwon
Everyone’s got secrets. It seems like I have most everyone’s secrets buried deep within.
And they’re never coming out.
I take pride in knowing people trust me with their secrets. Iâ€™m guessing I possess two qualities that make me â€œthe vault.â€
First, Iâ€™m not prone to gossip or blab. That may seem like an obvious requirement, but we all know someone who canâ€™t keep a secret no matter what, as if theyâ€™ll burst at any moment if they canâ€™t pass along confidential information.
Second, I have a high tolerance for the horrid. As long as itâ€™s not illegal or harming someone I know personally, I can stomach it.
(And yes, if itâ€™s illegal, I tattle. So if you buried a body somewhere, donâ€™t tell me.)
Information may be power, but I donâ€™t feel powerful. Itâ€™s not a chance to lord it over someone, though it is tempting. Nor is it a potential blackmail situation.
If youâ€™re lucky, I wonâ€™t even sit in judgment of you. The last thing your guilty conscience needs is another â€œI told you so.â€
Maybe you feel the need for absolution, for relief from guilt, for a reassuring â€œThere, there.â€ I donâ€™t care, not really.
You talk, I listen. You spill, I absorb. You ask for confidentiality, I give it.
At least Iâ€™ll have something to take with me to the grave.