Beans

WARNING: venting takes place throughout the post and may not be suited for those I'm talking about. "Don't Spill the Beans"

We've all heard that phrase, many of us I'm sure have used it. I want to talk about it, if you want to listen, continue reading.

To get a flawless definition I decided to start this off by telling you that the Urban Dictionary defines "Spill the Beans" as:

1. To give something away; to tell secret information.

2. To tell somebody the truth. Or the act of telling someone private information.

I want to focus on the "telling someone private information" part.

"Private information" implies that there is a reason it is not worn on one's sleeve, and that there are reasons why it is not posted on facebook, blogged about, or discussed in the lounge. It suggests there is an "emotional weight" to it.

You don't always know how many "beans" someone has, but just know, if you have any, they probably have more than you would ever imagine. And as I've learned, the less you know about "bad, sad or hard" things in someones life, the more heart breaking stories they actually have.

Here is why I'm saying all this:

I have been around a few people in my life who will sit across from me and claim that I "do not understand." That there is no way someone like me could understand what their talking about. They will call me un-experienced, naive, and overly protected. Most of them, I'm assuming, base it on my smile, blonde hair, blue eyes, and CTR ring.

Moments like this most of the time roll off like nothing. I can walk away, almost feeling sorry for them. I find myself sarcastically thinking "that must be hard knowing everything about every one's life."

But every now and then I find myself attempting to keep the steam coming out of my ears hidden. I find myself fighting the urge to not simply "spill the beans" but grab the glass that they're in and throw the entire bottle at the person as hard as I can. A very anger filled way of saying:

"Let me show you how much I understand."