What is your secret talent?
January 17th 2008 20:06
I have a secret talent.
People confess their deepest darkest secrets to me. I’m not talking about my close friends and family. I’m talking about perfect strangers. People I’ve just met who don’t know whether I am psychotic or neurotic and won’t remember my face tomorrow in a crowd. I swear, an ex-boyfriend and I once pulled in at a farm on our way somewhere to get some water for our radiator. Whiile I was waiting in the farmhouse with his religious wife, she told me that when her husband was out tending the cattle, she was having rough sex with one of the labourers in the barnyard. She even showed me her straw burns.
I have had people tell me they’ve had abortions, been prostitutes, slept with their daughters’ boyfriends, cheated, lied, stolen, done drugs …. as if I had ‘CONFESS’ tattooed on my forehead. I don’t know what inspires people to share their intimate regrets, sadness and heartaches with a perfect stranger, but I guess this is the very impulse that has driven Frank Warren’s project Postsecret (which by the way I am addicted to: www.postsecret.com – all the new secrets get posted on a Sunday night) to its unprecedented success. At least there is anonymity there. When people tell you ‘He didn’t need to date rape me, I would have had sex with him anyway,’ there is an obligation on the listener to DO something. Accept the secret. When people tell you their secrets, you become the holder of the secret, the recipient, willing or reluctant.
I still have no idea why people make a beeline for me when they have something horrible to offload. But put me in a room, give me an hour, and I’ll be able to tell you who is sleeping with who, whose business has gone insolvent, who has screwed who out of an inheritance and who is illegitimate. Honest to God.
Some people can curl their tongues into fancy shapes, others can remember lines from movies or words from songs. I've met people who can pick their noses with their tongues and others who are ant whisperers.
What is your secret talent?
www.joannefedler.com
People confess their deepest darkest secrets to me. I’m not talking about my close friends and family. I’m talking about perfect strangers. People I’ve just met who don’t know whether I am psychotic or neurotic and won’t remember my face tomorrow in a crowd. I swear, an ex-boyfriend and I once pulled in at a farm on our way somewhere to get some water for our radiator. Whiile I was waiting in the farmhouse with his religious wife, she told me that when her husband was out tending the cattle, she was having rough sex with one of the labourers in the barnyard. She even showed me her straw burns.
I have had people tell me they’ve had abortions, been prostitutes, slept with their daughters’ boyfriends, cheated, lied, stolen, done drugs …. as if I had ‘CONFESS’ tattooed on my forehead. I don’t know what inspires people to share their intimate regrets, sadness and heartaches with a perfect stranger, but I guess this is the very impulse that has driven Frank Warren’s project Postsecret (which by the way I am addicted to: www.postsecret.com – all the new secrets get posted on a Sunday night) to its unprecedented success. At least there is anonymity there. When people tell you ‘He didn’t need to date rape me, I would have had sex with him anyway,’ there is an obligation on the listener to DO something. Accept the secret. When people tell you their secrets, you become the holder of the secret, the recipient, willing or reluctant.
I still have no idea why people make a beeline for me when they have something horrible to offload. But put me in a room, give me an hour, and I’ll be able to tell you who is sleeping with who, whose business has gone insolvent, who has screwed who out of an inheritance and who is illegitimate. Honest to God.
Some people can curl their tongues into fancy shapes, others can remember lines from movies or words from songs. I've met people who can pick their noses with their tongues and others who are ant whisperers.
What is your secret talent?
www.joannefedler.com
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Comment by tlcorbin
Coffee Quip
Cats, dogs, birds, unicorns and kids gravitate towards me and stare??? Street lights and electrical things blow out all of the time when I am meditating or driving (I do meditate while driving). So, no special talent here. Sorry.
Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
I have no hidden talents. Not a one. Mind you, I have plenty of very obvious ones...
Just joshin'. I can't even do the tongue trick!
Michaelie
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