(Lame) Summer Secrets

I'm a pretty open person, and don't really like to have important secrets, especially from people I'm close to. But I do like to have several insignificant ones. Ones that wouldn't really even matter to my parents or my sister or my friends, if they found out, because they're seriously not even that interesting. I tend to cultivate them during the summer, since I'm most often by myself at the house, especially during May when I'm out of school and my mom and sister aren't, so few people are at the house during the day, and my friends live far enough away that I have to make specific plans to hang out with them.

For example: I was determined to learn how to play the harmonica a few years ago. I read stuff about it on the Internet, and for a few months when nobody was at the house, I would practice. I was okay at it, but abandoned it because people were at the house more often later in the summer, and I didn't love it all that much anyway.

One summer I decided to try and learn how to cook some things, since the only thing that I'm confident in making well is spaghetti, and that mainly involves heating things up in pans. I did that for about two weeks, making smallish dishes and eating them by myself before cleaning up before anyone got home, then gave up in favor of finishing several novels I'd started. It was during these weeks that I also tried to make supper a few times, but they turned out weird. I think I chose overly involved recipes.

Another common secret, is when I become obsessed with some thing, like a book or whatever, and don't want anyone to know. I guess I don't want anyone to make fun of me, but I've always been uncomfortable being too enthusiastic about something, because I always end up talking nonsense. Basically just babbling happily.

I won't (hopefully) really ever be a person who has a hideous, unspeakable secret, because I will obsess over it far too much. It already takes probably too much energy to handle these little dumb ones.

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