Post Secret
Just today, I became obsessed with "Post Secret," an art project started by a Maryland man named Frank Warren. He went out and left behind piles of blank postcards with the instructions to fill them out with a secret no one knows but you and to send it back to him:
"Each secret can be a regret, hope, funny experience, unseen kindness, fantasy, belief, fear, betrayal, erotic desire, feeling, confession, or childhood humiliation. Reveal anything - as long as it is true and you have never shared it with anyone before."
He received hundreds of submissions and began posting them on the Web: www.postsecret.com.
Here are a few of the secrets he's received:
"I love one of my children."
"I haven't spoken to my dad in 10 years, and it kills me every day."
"Sometimes I let my children eat cheese puffs for breakfast!"
"I want to be a Unitarian Universalist, but I don't know how God will take it."
"I want something tragic to happen to me, so that I could have a legitimate reason to be angry at this world."
"I talked someone into suicide."
"I hate people who remind me of myself."
"I told him I was pregnant for fun."
"I get so anxious that I will be startled by a popping balloon, I can't go to my godson's birthday parties."
"I fear I have an undiagnosed mental illness."
Now, Warren's put them all together into a book, and I read the entire book today at Borders (after I finished doing my homework in the cafe, of course). You all should read it (or at least visit the Web site). It's incredibly intriguing. And addictive.