LitWit Challenge 2.5: Confessions, revelations, and other monsters in your dungeons
For this week’s LitWit Challenge we’re giving away a hardcover copy of PostSecret, extraordinary confessions from ordinary lives, compiled by Frank Warren.
Warren handed out 3,000 postcards inviting people to share their secrets for a group art project. The secret could be “a regret, fear, betrayal, desire, confession or childhood humiliation. Reveal anything—as long as it is true and you have never shared it with anyone before.”
The contributions, all anonymous, were collected and shown at art galleries then compiled into this fascinating book.
PostSecret is sad, funny, disturbing, and ultimately liberating—there’s nothing like getting rid of baggage you’ve been trundling around in your head for years and years. This book reminds us that humans are more like each other than we care to think or admit.
As this is supposed to be a time for reflection, LitWit Challenge 2.5 should be therapeutic. We do like to hang on to our secrets, don’t we, letting them fester in our psyche, and for what?
So tell us something about you that you’ve never told anyone before. It doesn’t have to be earth-shaking, it just has to be true. Let it go, you’ll feel better afterwards.
Post your secret/confession/revelation in Comments. If you’re worried about anonymity, edit the details in your user profile. If you’re worried about being judged by other readers, don’t—we won’t allow comments on other people’s secrets.
On Sunday all the entries will be included in a raffle; the winner gets the book. We’ll accept entries until 12 noon on Sunday, 4 April 2010.
The Weekly LitWit Challenge is brought to you by our friends at National Bookstore. Do you have something to tell us?
Answers to questions you might be asking, unless you wandered onto this site purely by accident >>>
April 3rd, 2010 at 13:17
i’m looking for a job in a foriegn country and i’m staying with a friend who has been there for me since high school, who has been my sister, adviser, room mate for almost 9 years.
i want to cut her out of my life.
April 3rd, 2010 at 13:45
My lolo owned this bakery, and they had this barn of a room where they kept left over pandesal. Save for the light that pours in whenever it’s one door is opened, this room was almost always dark. And hot. And the smell of old bread is just overpowering, its a total assault. The panaderos kept this room closed until they have to use it, in the early afternoon, for storing the business excess of the day.
It was in this room where I had my first kiss, tongue and all. And I can still remember the faint smell his tongue, on top of that of molding bread, as it slipped from between my lips. I know my cousin wouldn’t mind this disclosure. He doesn’t know you, let alone your blog. But he knows that we locked tongues more than twice in that barn of a room.
Things like that would have given me an instant erection if it happened now, but I was a kid when those episodes happened. I was around ten, then. I didn’t know shit. But I know I liked it.
April 3rd, 2010 at 13:49
This, so far, is the best list of comments I’ve ever read in your blog, Ms. Zafra. Was it the ease of the challenge? Was it the book? Was it the opportunity for disclosure? I wouldn’t know, but I really like this challenge.
April 3rd, 2010 at 14:00
And also, I borrowed these two books from the City Library when I was in second year high school. Yes, we still had a City Library then. They mailed me my Library Card, and I used it the first chance I got.
I’m nearing thirty now, and I haven’t returned any of those books yet. And I don’t know what happened to them. I don’t even want to try remembering.
April 3rd, 2010 at 14:39
I’m still a virgin but I gave head to more than 40 men since high school.
April 3rd, 2010 at 14:45
My best friend of nearly twenty years won’t hang out with me anymore because I don’t have a car. I still consider her my best friend. She was the only one there for me when I most needed a friend.
April 3rd, 2010 at 20:18
I still carry on until today (sometimes) this practice since childhood – Holding my shit from coming out as long as I can everytime this call of nature takes place. Maybe because I am too lazy to go to the bathroom. Because of this, sometimes, I put dirt on my undies.
April 3rd, 2010 at 20:36
I hate studying because whenever I get a perfect score my classmates and teachers would find some absurd reason to deduct my score. And when they can’t find any reason they’ll say I cheated even when my seat mates got poor scores.
April 3rd, 2010 at 20:52
I caught my Mom masturbating. She thought I did not see, but I did. I wish I never did.
April 3rd, 2010 at 22:36
i graduated last year and i’m currently on my first job. as a product of a science high school and a state university, i was convinced that i was meant to do something great and relevant. now i’m scared because i have no idea where i go from here and what i’m supposed to do with all the stuff i learned in school.
April 3rd, 2010 at 23:08
I hate my religion. I don’t believe in what they believe in anymore. I just stick around because my crush is there. And basically, all my friends are there.
April 4th, 2010 at 07:31
I had steamy make out sessions and almost had sex with my cousin. When I was 5.
April 4th, 2010 at 09:34
I lost my virginity to my best friend’s youngest brother, who is also three years younger than me. She has no idea to this day.
April 4th, 2010 at 10:28
When my mom died in 2005, i wanted to write something beautiful then slip the paper inside her coffin so she would have something of me when she is cremated. But I never got to write anything. I didn’t write because I hate her for saying she wanted to die, that she’ll be relieved and free of all hardship with her daughters if she did, because my dad is dead too and neither of them will see me get married or have children or buy a new sofa for them, or do anything. I couldn’t think of anything beautiful to say.
The urn with her ashes sits in our living room to this day. I hate that there’s no part of me inside it. Sometimes i dream that i’m clawing my way inside it and just hiding there.
April 5th, 2010 at 17:34
TO Ate Rebecca (my cousin’s nanny back in the 90’s) I stole your Php 500 which you hide under your bedsheets because I wanted to buy Ovalteenies down the street. It’s been 15 years and I really want to hand this money back!