Don't ask, don't tell

I have a secret and it's a very, very good one. It's the kind that makes you want to scream your elation from the rooftops, grin like a kid with a fistful of candy, wiggle and dance to an unstoppable rhythm. It's the kind you want immediately to tell, because it's almost too good to be true after all the wondering and wandering and wistful thinking. You want to tell even though with every telling, it'll lose a little of its special lustre --- but never mind, because this is just The. Best. Thing.

This is the secret that feels like everything after this point changes, but only because we're somewhat predisposed to think of our lives as a deliberate drama, plotted out with all these foreordained turning points. Things won't change, not really, and a year, two, from now, it'll be a mundane footnote in the passage of life.

But, you see, now, here, everything is possible.

Intuitively, I'm not actually very good at keeping secrets. I don't have a conniving mind and my extremely strict mother so fervently drilled into me the habit of being honest that my first impulse is always to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Even if I have to lie (e.g. to protect a secret), there's more than enough of a reaction time, galvanic skin response or blip of the eyes to give me away. Just skip the lie detector and go straight to the cold, hard stare. That'll do it for me every time.

Fortunately, I don't think I'll have to sit on the lid of this secret for too long. Time'll pass, the statute of limitations will expire and I can permanently erase the mental note not to broach this topic slash feign ignorance ("act blur" in local parlance) if I'm asked point-blank about it.

Which just as well, because, seriously, guys?

I've never had a secret this good before.

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