PostSecret

I love PostSecret. I love reading them, and I love the fact that there is an outlet for people to share their secrets and not have to worry about consequences. Until about a month ago it had been a while since I read any, and thanks to Lani and her blog, I am reminded to read new ones every week. Thank you!

It's amazing how powerful some of them are. With a post card, and only a few words, people share so much. I love how you will read one that is so sad that you wish you knew how to find that person and give them a hug, a $20 bill, advice, or whatever it is they might need. And then you read one that makes you laugh. Some of them you are able to identify with, and others make you glad that you do not know the person who wrote it, and even more glad that the person who wrote it wasn't you.

Needless to say, I was looking at PostSecret.com prior to writing this, and I came upon a postcard that made me crack up! There was just something about this one that is so wrong and so right all at the same time. The best part is that when I saved the picture to my computer, the title came up as "Potluck".

I started thinking about who wrote this. Was it a dad? Mom? Son? Daughter? Grandparent? Great-grandparent? Ha ha. Also, is it random, or is the person thinking "Gosh, everyone is just on edge today. I think I know the cure." Or is it "I hate these people, but I could never hurt them. Instead, I will unknowingly feed them drugs." Also, I love that the family in the picture has kids. Does the person who wrote this's family have kids? Or are they adult children? Who even knows (besides the person that send the postcard), and that is the best part.