5 truths not worth sending to PostSecret:

1. When I was younger, I told my sister Sharon that I would never drink alcohol. She did, and she definitely wasn't 21 at the time. She liked it a lot. I was steadfast; I never would. She told me that I would when I was older, and that I would like it then. Never going to happen. Years later, I have tasted alcohol, and liked some of it. I think the reason I didn't want to drink alcohol was so that I wouldn't be like my sister. It was a step for me; I had always wanted to do what my sisters did. My sister had finally become a person I didn't want to copy.

2. I was asked in high school, once in freshman year, if I was gay. The girl was a ditz; she said it quietly when no one else was around, hoping not to offend. I flat out said no. That has been the one regret from high school that blurs out any others.

3. Even though I know the album credits say "This," I still write the song title as "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These)" based on Annie Lennox's pronunciation, and what I sing as well. Although, if I can avoid it, I'll just call it "Sweet Dreams" on a tracklisting or something.

4. Sometimes I can't sleep at night because I have too many ideas running through my head. Sometimes they are things I want to do with my life, and sometimes they are things I am afraid of. Usually they are the same thing.

5. There is a part of of me that is supremely guilty that I have had sex with people other than Matt, while I've been in a relationship with Matt. Matt sanctioned the activity, and has always been supportive/healthily encouraging (as opposed to pressuring) about them, and we have even been with other people, together. Sometimes I'm mad that Matt has been to sleep with others so "easily." I'm not sure whether it's feelings of being not important enough to be monogamous, or if it's envy that he can do it at all without overanalyzing it like me.

I make big deals about stupid things.

I used to chew gum. A lot. It didn't matter what flavor, really, but a lot of times it was bubblegum, or spearmint, or cinnamin. Or "original" Trident. It was usually Trident. I used to chew so often I'd get headaches. I also chewed Bubbalicious and Bubble Yum... Bubble Tape. That was probably the worst. I'd go through maybe a pack a day. But I would only really chew gum maybe once a week whenever Joyce and I went to the supermarket (for the Trident), the Hallmark store (for the Bubble Tape), or a 711 on some rare occasion (for any other type.)

I liked gum a lot.

I don't think I can stomach the stuff anymore.

P.S. -- I know this actually because I just tried. It was really gross.