I have been in a blogging mood of late.

The value of items becomes more apparent when their past is clear. What would a bundle of papers be worth if they were not the earliest printed version of Shakespeare's first folio? What would this house or that dress be without the famous person or history behind each?

The same applies when it comes to people. Their pasts, their actions, their experiences are important to forming their person. There are certain parts of pasts, however, which are to be delicately touched upon, either due to pain or embarrassment or whatever reason... and it is this part on which I've been musing on lately.

There are definitely parts of my past I would wish had never happened. I'm someone who tries (and usually succeeds) in not regretting the past. But my self-consciousness about particular silly things remains--things that people would most likely laugh at if they ever found out. Usually these moments remain buried in my mind, else I'd never be able to walk around without a care in the world, but when one surfaces, all the others clamor for attention too. Anyone else find this to be true?

My point is, though, do these blush-worthy things add value to me? Have they somehow formed me into a better person? These secrets are not pressing ones; they are not important or news worthy, but should they remain a mystery (espeically to loved ones)?

Somehow I think so.

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Sometimes I imagine them together, with perverse pleasure. I know I should most likely feel hurt, or jealous, but instead I like to do this.