Secrets

What ever happened to secrets?

It seems like nobody can keep their mouth shut about anything anymore. The only place a person can hope for confidentiality these days is with a priest or a therapist and even then it seems like some creeper is always outside the door waiting to tweet what you said or put a picture of you walking out on Facebook.

It is ridiculous. Everyone is snitching about everything all the time. It is tiresome. It leaves nothing to the imagination. I just read that Brian Johnson from AC/DC is going to be writing a memoir. I am sure he is going to spill all the "crazy" details of life on the road as a rock star and that he will sell a lot of books. Good for him. Frank Langella has one where he tells ALL about his free and easy bed-hopping. He tells tales and names names. It is sure to be a hit, but as much as I love to know more about people than I should, I miss the sense of mystery and having to look for the dirt.

I miss wondering what it would be like to be a rock star and wondering what it was they did on that bus with the dark windows. I have seen enough Behind the Music and read enough Rolling Stone to feel like I know what happens. I just miss the wonderment of it all.

It is not just celebrities, politicians, rock stars, and athletes. It is "everyday" people. People are constantly updating their status and informing the world of their every waking moment. Status updates have rendered the previously typical conversation starter, "So what did you do today?" null and void. I already know and so does half the world because your account is not private. If not for the fact that I refuse to get hooked on "The Facebook" I would not be able to ask the question to any of my friends. I like to think that I am doing my part to keep the art of conversation alive. (Not really true, but it sounded good when I wrote it.)

I am sure that I told you, but I went out for Jiggas birthday and had to duck and run when I saw some guy taking video/pictures as he approached our group. I don't know you. I don't want anyone to think I know you and I have no idea what you plan to do with those pictures. It is like that Las Vegas commercial where the woman's friends keep leaving her because she had put pictures of them on the internet.

I am more than capable of telling on myself. I do not need help from others. When did my business cease to be my business? When you broke out the camera phone! I can't even fall without fear that someone is going to You Tube it before helping me up. It is disturbing. I even see people doing it during Sunday morning service. Who wants to have their walk to alter twitpic'd? Not me. There is just no place of solace anymore.

In the age of the 24 hour news, entertainment news, everything is news cycle, I sometimes just wish there were still some secrets.