A Secret

Guess what?

I have a secret. I will tell you. Promise not to tell anyone, though.

Lean in close. I'm going to whisper.

I sin.

I know you're surprised. You never would have thought it, would you? I hide it pretty well. You never would have known.

I hope not, anyway. I wouldn't want you to see it.

Yuck. You might think I sin.

Of course, you know I'm not perfect. I wouldn't expect you to think that. But I don't actually do things that are...evil.

Yuck. That's a nasty word. I am not evil. I'm a good person. I just make mistakes, sometimes, or don't always make the best decisions. Maybe mess up a little.

I am not wrong wrong. I mean, I'm wrong sometimes, but never really bad.

And if I were, I wouldn't want you to know.

And you? You wouldn't want to know.

Because if you knew that I sin - not just that I have sinned in the past, y'know, like when I took that gum (not stole, because that's what thieves do) when I was seven, but sin now - if I, not some outsider, some down-on-his-luck freeloader, some jailed criminal, some liberal transsexual, if I sin, that means something. If I sin, then maybe you do too. And if I sin...maybe you should do something about it. Otherwise maybe you might be somehow responsible for my sin.

That might get messy.

Yeah, on second thought...you didn't hear my secret, did you?

Of course not. I didn't think so.