'Fessing up

A few of my most recent posts are somewhat self revealing, I guess. It feels good, I have to say, to do it. I mean, I'm not pretending that I'm perfect, and that's a relief. So many people spend an awful amount of energy tring to seem to be really great or wonderful or whatever. Many people whore themselves in that way, I think. By just focussing on our wonderful points, all we do is set ourselves up to be jumping through hoops the rest of our lives. That's the problem with having any image, especially a "nice" one. Nice isn't real, is it? I mean, I don't trust nice people, because I think something's lurking somewhere. At the root of things, perhaps nice people have esteem issues, and place themselves in a place of having to live up to an image that they just can't sustain.

So my fessing up about my weird obsessions, sexual oddities, peculiarities and such means they don't have the power over me any more that they did.

Right?

That can only be a healthy thing.

I recommend fessing up.

Secrets only cripple you, as does shame, until it's put into the light.