This is one of those kinds of posts that I don't plan to write. The inspiration comes abruptly and simply pushes me to the keyboard and makes me type. A couple of minutes ago I was swimming through the faerie ocean of music, and suddenly, it hit me. The song I was listening to bears quite a provocative name, "Dirty Little Secret", which as you may have noticed is exactly what the title of this post means. I was captured not only by the catchy music and the profound lyrics of this song, but also, the music video didn't fail to make an impression. Briefly, in the video there are many people in different places holding small notes on which they've written their own, inmost, dirty little secret.
I've always been fond of this song, but today it acquired a complete new meaning for me. Initially, people get fooled by the word dirty in the title. But dirty should not necessarily be associated with something with sexual context. Dirty, in fact, is a reflection of what society considers inappropriate. This is where a fact becomes a secret. Thinking about this, all of our insecurities come from people's opinions, which stick to the commonly accepted standards. Doesn't it make you feel like a freak when you get rejected for something that represents your own self? This is where the difficult part of being a part of a society comes. Are you changing in order to get accepted in the herd or are you remaining sui generis*?
Everyone has their dirty little secret. Are you ashamed of yours?
From another point of view, a dirty little secret denotes an intimate fear that you're incapable of overcoming. In fact, incapable of overcoming on your own. The point of this whole thing is, you don't always have to be ashamed of things that scare you or things you're not comfortable with being part of you. But if it seems impossible for you to surmount, you're either too mentally weak, or you simply don't want to get rid of them. In most cases, the best thing you can do is accept it.
DLS: I don't like talking to 93% of the people I talk to. They annoy me.
DLS#2: 97% of my statistics are made up. I just hate people, that's all.
*sui generis - unique
