This post has no direction. I’m sorry in advance.
On the Saturday just gone, one of my work mates got really drunk, as did I, and told me something about herself which is one of those Really Bad Things. It involved her father. Today said father came into the shop and I was nice for all of 20 seconds before I remembered what she’d said. It was all I could do to stop myself telling him to get out and to carry on being professionally pleasant. I’m glad that the desk was between him and me.
I don’t know why she told me. Part of me is glad that she did, because I feel closer to her. Part of me wishes she hadn’t because I don’t know how to deal with it. It’s not like I asked to be told, she just sort of came out with it. Maybe she was so drunk she didn’t know what she was doing. Maybe she thought I was so drunk I’d forget.
Everyone has their secrets. I’m glad mine isn’t that bad. It seems like everyone I know has had a similar secret like this to tell and I wish it wasn’t like that. I wish it wasn’t because I hate the thought of that sort of thing happening to someone I care about. I wish it wasn’t like that because I wish people could be decent towards children. It scares me how much corruption like this there is.
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