What a question to ask, seriously? Do you actually think people would reveal a deep, dark secret to the world, online no less? lol! If I tell you then the cat will be out the bag and then I will no longer have a secret between me, myself and I!
When I was young, about 7-9 or so, (when I first heard about sex-change operations, transgenders, and such) for some odd reason I got it in my head that I was supposed to have been born a boy! lol I went so far as to get my hair cut short and ran around the neighborhood without a shirt on.
Yeah, apparently, I was good at all the 'boy' activities (except sports) and my voice was deeper than all the other girls in school. So, of course! It meant I wasn't supposed to be a girl!
I had a similar phase at five, when I went around with shredded loo paper on my head, which I thought looked like long hair, and threatened all and sundry that I was going to 'cut my willy off'. Luckily, it didn't last long, but my parents were vey worried indeed.
My deep, dark, secret is that I, too, am wearing a clown wig - and only because of an accident that involved a little too much wine and crazy glue (which I mistook for hair gel) (and, by the way, the colors really don't go well with my eye color) - hence, the Earth avatar.
Well, I'm pretty sure this was NO secret, but it was deep and dark...When I was in the 7th grade, paper dresses were all the rage, so I wore one to my junior high school. I was sitting in Spanish class and felt something strange going on in my nether-regions. I got my period, of course. My dress-and I-were forever ruined.
I'm a terrible mom. I once served fish (which they disliked intensely -- enough to starve rather than eat) and told my kids that it was flattened chicken (it was flattened because the tractor ran it over... we lived on a farm, you see). They didn't believe me, so I showed them the goose down pillow and all the "chicken" feathers. They were shocked and sat quietly while they ate the flattened chicken. It's only been about 10 years since the incident, but they still refer to fish as flattened chicken. My bad.
Whenever I watch movies with my family in real life, I always pretend to like certain films in front of them, as most of the films they like suck. Take "Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakqeul." I saw that with my father when it came out in theaters, and he loved it. He asked me what i thought, and I lied to his face telling that I thought the film was great. Then I got online, a few hours later, and wrote a bad review on it, where I told everyone how I really felt about that god forsaken movie. I know it's not great to be dishonest with your family, but they never want to hear what I really have to say anyway unless it's something along the lines of agreeing with them. Oh well. Ignorance is bliss, I suppose. It's a good thing nobody in my family reads my reviews anyways (well, except my brother and his fiance). If they did, then I'd have a lot of explaining to do to them.
I wish I had a deepest darkest secret so I could share it with you, but.. I'm at a loss here. ... ..During recess I put my apple sauce, that my grandmother had so lovingly packed for me, in another girl's shoes once in grade 3 when I got fed up with her always being mean to me..(I was young. I didn't have many ideas for revenge lol)... does that count? No one knew except the teacher and my grandmother.. who never again gave me apple sauce in my lunch..
Over the past few weeks I have been involved in conversations here where I have been raked over the coals for being too nationalist. I understand this coming from some of the expatriate members here but from residents...