Keeping Secrets

One time, someone confided in me, telling me something important about an ongoing event in their personal life. Initially, this felt good, in the sense that it made me feel more important and I knew this meant that my friendship with this person was strong. They clearly had a great deal of trust in me to have told me this secret; thus, I now felt like I had someone I could trust, too.

When the initial excitement wore off, though, I started becoming anxious. I am a person who, when told a secret, feels great pressure to want to tell someone else. This is very common, but when push came to shove, I never told anybody, because I knew that if the roles were reversed, they would never do that to me. Eventually, the issue abated, and there was no longer any anxiety. Looking back, I am certainly proud of myself for having kept the secret, as this person had requested. From that point on, when I have been told a secret, I have always kept it that way, and plan to do so in the future.