Are
you hearing the Beatles? Me too…
There
are, when it comes to secrets, only a few different types of people.
The
secret keeper.
And
the answer seeker.
These
are your top players right here.
And
a lot depends on how well you play the game. If you are the secret keeper and can’t
actually stand to keep the secret, then the game is not going to last all that
long.
If
you can take a secret to the grave, then you will find that you give a lot of
brain space over to making sure that info never comes out of the vault.
The
answer seekers too can take on varying guises… you might employ the ‘badger’
technique where you constantly bombard the keeper with a billion inane
questions till he slips up in sheer
frustration.
Or
you might also employ the ‘pout’ method, where you go from cajoling to irate in
0.25 seconds, beginning with begging catapulting to full on demanding that you
will not be friends anymore unless said secret is divulged.
Ok…
LOL….
Hilarious.
Welcome
to my world.
You
don’t get to my age without a few secrets stashed away. Some of them your own, some of them other
peoples. Maybe even yours ;)
And
I, like everyone else, would be horrified if anyone came along, threw open the
cupboards and rattled my skeletons.
But
I digress…
Right
now, I am a secret keeper … this particular secret is not a ‘national interest’
type secret… but rather… something that started out as a game and has quickly
escalated to ‘sheep station’ status.
It
all began about a week ago. The
organiser of our little assault on the US decided it’d be fun to ponder the
question of ‘Who is Izzy?’ on our dedicated page.
One
clue a day was dispensed.
No
questions were allowed to be asked ( but constantly are :D )
Only
a correct answer wins.
O.M.G.
Guesses
have ranged from near misses, to ‘wtf are you on about’ … and its hilarious to
watch.
And
naturally with a group this size, we
have them all, the ‘pout’ method, the bribery, threats of mutiny, and talk of
homicidal tendencies.
Some
players have thrown their hands in the air with brain ache-ages . Some players are clutching at some of the
wildest guesses that when read, I can hardly breath with laughing… in Sandie’s
words “ that one was as close as Jupiter is to my upstairs bathroom” ( or words to that effect).
Of
course, it only took about 24 hours before the random google answers started
appearing.
And
when photos of remains of meals with said ‘Izzy’ started appearing on the page
, so did the cracks in the composure in some of the seekers.
Seriously,
I have been laughing all week because of this… If this is an indication of
Sandie’s Machiavellian abilities… this is going to be FUN… with a capital F.
So
why am I enjoying this all so much you might ask?
Shouldn’t
I be tearing out my hair trying to figure it out?
LOL… ummm… nup… the answer occurred to me on
around day 3, but I didn’t have a chance to post my musings till about day 7… and
it was promptly deleted and I have been accepted into the ‘circle of trust’.
Bahahaha…
So
I have been offered free drinks on the plane for the anwer… nup… won’t cut it…
drinks are already free, and um… I’m on a different plane ;)
I
have been blackmailed with needing a ‘go to girl’ ( and Melissa, I’m thinking
you will be a LOT of fun on this trip)
but nup… I can survive at the back of the pack if I have to.
And
the game continues…
My
only advice to the other seekers…
‘Confucius say - listen much, talk little’…. Although, don’t
quote me on that, not sure he really did
say that, but he probably should have if he didn’t.
And
I’ll finish by saying that I
LOATH secrets, they fester and make a mess… but
this one is just plain fun and I’m happy to keep it.
And if you weren't hearing the Beatles before, this will jog your memory.... for my dear friend Lib whose dedication to the Beatles when all around her were Adam Ant fans... :)
