Secrets

The thing about secrets is ... no wait the thing about good secrets is they leave you with that giddy rush feeling. You have this little bit of knowledge that is just yours and the world at large is not privy. It's an intoxicating thing a secret. Better than liquor or drugs to get you heady and caught up with excitement. Though letting this sort of  secret slip is unlikely to come with serious repercussions. It might ruin a surprise party or make a gift known early, but it's not gonna ruin someone's life.
The thing about a bad secret is they leave you anxious, fearful, and uncertain of when the other shoe will drop. It becomes tantamount that you keep it hidden, more so than a good secret like a surprise party, think like the real reason you got divorced that you just can't ever tell your children. Bad secrets are so tiresome and heavy. The burden can feel like so much that it would be nice to shrug the world off. But alas a secret must be kept.
Then there are naughty secrets the kind that are not necessarily good or bad. Or maybe they are a mixture of both. But whatever the category they are definitely enjoyable. They are akin to the  good secret in headiness. They hold some of the potential for social repercussions like a bad secret. But cheeks flushed and lips curled upward, you know in the end it's worth it.
Then of course there are silly secrets. Secrets you keep for friends about embarrassing interests or a keen stalker like interest in a shameful popstar. And they likely keep the same for you, like if you still sleep with a stuffie. Those kinds of secrets are the little ones that let you feel closer to your friends. Private jokes sort of fall into this territory as well. They are the Pigpens, Matchas, Lucies, Peaches, and Yuh yuhs of the world. The little bits of friendship that bind us.  They are the things that maybe you could explain but if you had to they obviously weren't meant to share in it. There are many subcategories of secret types but I just can't blather on all day and night.
I guess my point is that we all have secrets. We (hopefully) all have people we can trust with those secrets. Sometimes we find that we can't trust certain people with our secrets. And sometimes we just carry the whole weight on ourselves. In my life I have carried the weight of many secrets and still do. Some were made known over time like that a friend liked another, some were eventually shared like a sickness that we were protected from, and some I carry with friends. Like the knowledge of how a piece of cocktail sword really ended up in B's drink. But as I said it's a secret. So I'll never tell.