I’ve noticed that (usually) when people lean toward you and say in a low voice, “Full disclosure…” they never tell you anything interesting, or anything that you didn’t already either know or at least guess about them.
I used the parenthetical offset with the word “usually” because every once in a while someone’s full disclosure is really, really full of shocking items that I would never have guessed and don’t even want to know about.
I’m here to say: never fear this with me. If I say to you, “Full disclosure,” you won’t give a flying fuck about anything I tell you after that.
Such as? Such as!
Full disclosure? I will probably use everything I just wrote in this post somewhere in a piece of fiction because I know that nobody reads this blog, so it won’t matter.
No, really: nobody reads this blog. If I wanted to dump all my deepest, darkest secrets in a place where nobody would ever seek them out, this would be the place.
And maybe that’s what art is, right? Dumping your deepest, darkest secrets into the open because nobody will look for them there?