I love Postsecret. Period.
Why you ask?
Because it reminds me that we are all so lonely. That we are all desperate. Even those secrets that are “funny” are sometimes things done out of desperation. You know? And each secret is so beautiful. I mean- it’s not about the fact that it is a secret, that attracts me to the site. It’s the reminder that we all have them. That we are all secretly hurting people. And while it makes me feel tinged with sadness, it also seems sooo beautiful.
You know lately I have just realized that we are all so insecure. We play it off by using big hurtful words sometimes. By excuses. By blame. We get angry at everyone, when it seems the world is treating us unfairly. And I wonder if it is just a curse of being human, or being in this generation.
I mean, in my last post I wrote about how lonely I am. But am I really? Im basically content. Yes- it hurts that I have been deceived to think that to be successful at living, I must have innumerable people around me who claim to think I am cool, you know because I wear the right clothes and say the right things and stuff— just like everyone else. But- that’s just it, it’s deception. Just like the way birthdays are supposed to feel GREAT (because as a child you wake up to a ton of presents and people telling you how special you are) or the same excitement that Christmas brings– with unattainable wishes, and lost money to corporate America. It’s all just sad, that this is the reality that we are living in. That we are living in the reality that no one will ever love us because we are fat, or uneducated, because we are poor, or are a certain race or of a specific gender preference. It makes me sad that we (including myself) find our worth in other people.
Now— Christianity, sees the problem in this (and I am not sure about other religions so I must just speak for Christianity). But to get around it they say– you need to find your worth in Jesus. But, if I want to be honest? How do I find worth when I am constantly told that I am the cause of his death, with my sins. That he didn’t deserve to die, but died for me anyway. Where is my worth in that? I mean, maybe its in the fact that he “died anyway.” But- really— it makes me feel guilty and horrible about myself. Why else (besides the hate they recieve) do GLBTQ people feel awkward about Christianity? Because they are told that who they believe themselves to be, made Jesus die. Made 911 happen. That because God made them a certain way— they are responsible for his anger. I mean, even if you don’t agree that God made us (the GLBT community) the way we are, please try to see it from this perspective.
Anyway, I am getting off topic. The point I am trying to make is that, it is sad that we find our worth, here in America that way.
This all being said, I am reminded of the following short film. And personally I would love to hear your responses to it. You can even anonymously send me a comment with who you’re favorite person is (only one), and if you think you are the favorite person of anybody.
