All About My Secrets

I hate keeping secrets. I know, you think I'm not trustworthy, but no, it's not that I let the cat out of the bag. The thing is I hate secrets and I avoid it. I don't know about you, but I can sense someone trying to tell me something that he/she is letting me know on purpose and at the same time don't want me to tell it to anyone else.

I think I'm becoming good at not remembering a secret. i.e. I don't give a damn and eventually I forget that there was a secret to begin with. Unless it's something that I have to be a little more weary and sensitive towards the person involved or else I don't see why I have to bother about other people's secrets.

Secrets are evil (well, most of the time). It makes (rumors) and breaks (friendship, relationship, etc) things.

With that, I have a secret. -.- I really want to get it off my chest, a secret about myself.
and ohbigdealofasecret of mine is that - I judge people.

I do, ohyesido. I know people say 'never judge a book by it's cover'. An old old saying that is true to a huge certain extent. You may say I think too much. But c'mon, just ask yourself, have you ever look at a person and appear to understand or believe what he/she is saying but something which feels like your deepest instincts tell you otherwise?

Sometimes it's the face, sometimes it's the eyes, sometimes it's the slightest action you find about someone. My instinct tells me. What about you?