Friday, September 21, 2007
By Special to Opinions
The first thing that popped into my head when Jill asked me to do the
social experiment was, “No way! I don’t open up and tell people when
something is wrong. I tend to put on a happy face and go about life.
How in the world am I going to pull this off?”
Humorously, I told some people that hate how I am such a closed person
about the possibility of me doing this, and they were stoked about it.
They instantly began formulated the questions they had wanted to ask
me. It was then I knew I was walking—sprinting, rather—into deep
waters. I nearly regretted it until I realized how nice it might be to
just lay it out on the line and let those dirty little secrets dry out
in the crowded streets for all to see.
For me, this experiment became a guilty pleasure. While it was hard
for me to be so straightforward with people, I secretly enjoyed it. The
yolk of concealing everything and keeping true emotions hidden had been
lifted. I now had an “excuse” to say certain things I wouldn’t normally
say. A former pent-house, now an open field.
Not everything brought into light was bad. I had several amazing
conversations with friends. I completely opened up and spilled things
that had been going on in my life, thoughts I had been having,
insecurities, etc. After I shared, my friends shared things. We found
out so much we had in common. We teared up, prayed, embraced, chortled,
and other mushiness.
I got out to a dear friend of mine how I feel she deserves much better
than her current boyfriend. She was grateful for my honesty. After all,
that is what true friends are for!
On Saturday at 1 a.m., a few of my girlfriends and I decided to
trespass on someone’s land for the sake of camping. As we are setting
up our tent, two cars start rolling toward us from the woods. They
yelled at us asking who we were and what we thought we were doing.
Normally I might have made up an alibi as well as a alias, but this was
no ordinary time. I had the thought in the back of my head to be
radically honest. So I stated my name, purpose, place of residency, and
testimony. Come to find out, these guys were fellow OC-ites and they
let us continue on our merry camping adventure. Plus, we made some
great new friends, who I now see around campus and thank for not
shooting us with a riffle or suing for trespassing.