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Reader: Dear Mr. Snicket, What is the best way to keep a secret?
Lemony Snicket: Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding.
Explaining your own sadness to people is like trying to teach a cat how to bark. It’s damn near impossible. The only time sadness makes sense is when you’re alone: saturday night in an empty theatre, driving in the car listening to the rain pound the window, or at a desolate restaurant—table for one, please. At times it can be unbearable. We are human after all. But in time you might recognize yourself as the only person you can depend on. To be your own ears, your own voice, and there is never anything wrong with being strong for yourself.
Everyone: You're so quiet.
Me: I'm not quiet I just don't fucking like you.
