Keeper of Secrets

It's amazing how snugly I've fit in to the place I now call home. Going there every day is a basket of joy, because I get to spend time with my people. Never have I met such a congregation of... whatever I am. We match like socks and it's just too amazing for me. I've never fit in so well anywhere else before, much less liked. It's a delight, really, but it also comes off as a shock, haha.

It's okay, though. I'm transitioning just fine.

Giggles and fun are mostly part of the daily routine, but there are also the burden and mystery of secrets. Apparently, I've established myself trustworthy enough to receive secrets from... well, several people! Even from those I never even expected to receive secrets and trust from, especially in a relatively short amount of time. It means we just click so well. Or because they're all rash in making decisions like me. Or arrogant/overconfident (although there were some who went over the top, but I've nipped that one in the bud).

For the people who are in my circle of friends, we just seem to have that same way of thinking and parring level of intelligence that made us so comfortable with each other.

Since my recent improvement, yes, I have discovered that I have a knack for being there, everywhere. Therefore, again, I have become a middleman which access to various sides of the story. A confidante. A mouse who chisels her way through the cracks. A keeper of secrets.