Is it possible that there are some things which are better off kept to one's self? And by better off I mean could the value, the quality, the clarity, intimacy of a memory be somehow violated by sharing it, even with one's friends? Would this morning be less special, less touching if I told you about it?
I realize that by doing this I'm effectively prancing about singing, "I've got a secret! I've got a secret!" which of course is only inviting you to pump me for details. Yes, i'm fully aware that's exactly what i'm doing. I want to tell you, hell, i want to tell everyone, but at the same time I don't (wierdly). It seems too smug, it seems like boasting.
But of course we all love boasting a little bit.
So I'll leave it up to you. Do you want the formula for starting the perfect Monday morning, guaranteed to make you bounce through the rest of the day wearing an obnoxious, shit-eating grin on your face? Or would you rather I just shut the fuck up and go away? (Seriously, if it's the latter just say so; i won't be hurt.)