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Too many secrets.
I used to be "that person" for everyone, and would have to practically make flow charts to keep track of who knew what about whom, who absolutely couldn't know, who I could confirm if they asked but not tell...it was all very complicated, and sometimes quite fun. But since my social circle has grown up and away, it's pretty straightforward to keep all the secrets I learn in their appropriate places.
Then, all of a sudden, I have this big windfall of secrets; some are mine, more than ever, but they're all jumbled in with other people's, and then there are some that don't have much of anything to do with me at all. So I find myself, once more, being creative with my word choices (because, while I'll admit that I will occasionally blatantly lie for personal amusement about trivial things to make a story better, I try not to lie about things that matter), and steering conversations away from unsafe ground, and offering small snippets of truth so no one will notice the bigger picture. And I'd forgotten how much work this is...and how nice it feels to be trusted, and how fun it is to feel like a spy.
But, geez. Ease me in a little!
I used to be "that person" for everyone, and would have to practically make flow charts to keep track of who knew what about whom, who absolutely couldn't know, who I could confirm if they asked but not tell...it was all very complicated, and sometimes quite fun. But since my social circle has grown up and away, it's pretty straightforward to keep all the secrets I learn in their appropriate places.
Then, all of a sudden, I have this big windfall of secrets; some are mine, more than ever, but they're all jumbled in with other people's, and then there are some that don't have much of anything to do with me at all. So I find myself, once more, being creative with my word choices (because, while I'll admit that I will occasionally blatantly lie for personal amusement about trivial things to make a story better, I try not to lie about things that matter), and steering conversations away from unsafe ground, and offering small snippets of truth so no one will notice the bigger picture. And I'd forgotten how much work this is...and how nice it feels to be trusted, and how fun it is to feel like a spy.
But, geez. Ease me in a little!