Today has been a good day. As you know, I had a few secret gifts to give away recently. Two items went to my best friends; the third to a secret crush I had (I can use the past-tense here, as the secret is no longer a secret). And I’m glad.
Letting loose parts of the secret were my own doing. I kind of nudged her into reading the blog, fully knowing she would eventually come across the entry involving her. She wrote me a message this morning, telling me she enjoyed the post and that I was “great.” This was good news to me. I’m a bit of a worrier at times, and thought I had overdone it a bit. I guess not (this time). Thank goodness.
Things seem to be much easier to deal with once they’re out in the open. I try to get to the point as early as possible these days. I realize it can be intimidating, but life is short. I intend to make the most of it.
I’ll apologize as I go along.
Keeping secrets is no longer a problem. The last one I was keeping involved a knife and a very talented, intelligent and quite beautiful young lady. No, I haven’t killed her; not even close.
She’s very much alive. And armed with a German k55k Cat folding knife. My gift to her. As soon as I saw it, I thought of her. She’s small but looks tough enough. With the knife she has a better chance of sticking a bad guy in his gullet and surviving any kind of incident. This makes me happy. She loved it. This also makes me happy. She knew something was coming, but I think I caught her off-guard with the knife. I’m glad. I dig her. Without her I wouldn’t be writing all this honest (yet completely awesome) stuff on the interwebs.
So, the secret gifts are given. Each to a special person in my life. All knives, but not necessarily planned as such. I’m glad I’m here to give gifts; and to have great people in my life. Love them all.
Loyal readers, you will be happy to know that I succeeded in keeping a secret. My two best friends, my brothers from different mothers, now have the gifts in their hands. Mighty cool gifts, I might add. Knives. Not your typical knives, though. These are unique, folding Higo knives from Japan.
The originals are still around, and can be found through a few large outlets on the Internet. These are inscribed with Japanese characters and have loads of appeal aesthetically. An American company, Best Made, struck a deal to release a limited number of the knives on this side of the world. The new version has a hand-hammered, raw steel “samurai” blade, the Best Made logo engraved on one side of the handle; the other side emblazoned simply, “courage.” This is what led me to buy them for my “brothers.” They are both courageous to me. I love them dearly. Fortunately, they loved the knives and promised to keep them forever. I bought one for myself as well (to cool not to). Beautiful.
There’s still one more secret, but it involves a female friend. She really inspired me to write, and this blog wouldn’t exist if she hadn’t. I also have a bit of a crush on her. Like gigantic. But that’s a story for another day.
Secrets are something I’m usually good at keeping. Trust is extremely important to me, and to have it damaged, or lost, is a horrible thought. Keeping secrets from close friends can be excruciatingly hard to do. Of course, some things are better left unsaid. Especially if the looming information will hurt or compromise that person in any way. Well, I have a secret and it needs to be kept from two of my closest friends. They’ve gone way beyond what could be asked of a friend on countless occasions. They’re my brothers. Not in blood, but bonded forever. I’d die for them. This particular secret happens to be something good. In a way I’ve let the cat out of the bag, but I’ll wrestle that little fucker back in. A week seems like years.