“Three May Keep a Secret if Two are Dead” ~ Benjamin Franklin in Richard’s Almanac (1735)
I learnt this the hard way. At 50, I shouldn’t have needed a lesson about it, to be honest. But apparently, fate decided that I did. And here I am. Corrected, castigated, and contrite. No, I am not blaming anyone. Because I am to blame. Not the other party. I am the idiot here. Without doubt. See above saying.
You see, in a fit of emotional weakness some time ago, I had spoken about my failed marriages and the associated reasons to someone I thought was a sensitive, kind, generous soul and a mature, evolved human.
As anyone who knows me knows, I avoid speaking of the causes of my failures, specifically of the human variety. Why? Not only because any perspective of mine will be coloured by the lenses I wear, and will be, by definition biased, one-sided, and most probably incomplete, but also because I am a gentleman. And gentlemen do not kiss and tell.
However, recently, someone I met for the first time ever (and a common friend with the abovementioned soul) told me rather offhandedly they knew things about my past I had mentioned only to a very few people. Greatly shocked, I asked them point blank where they received that piece of information, and they told me honestly. It was the person I trusted.
I am surprised. And disappointed. And a little hurt. I trusted you, my friend. I should not have.
P.S.: I am going off social media for a while. I need to rethink some of my life choices. And no, I am not revealing the names of the involved parties. I am a gentleman.
![Mr Baba: 'Would you like to take off the backpack now that you've been downstairs for like 30 minutes?'
Ms Kym-Kym: 'I like it like this. You should try it. It's very comfortable.'
Mr Baba: [Pulling on his backpack] 'Hmmm, you're right. That's rather snug.'
Ms Kym-Kym: 'Twinning! Yay!'
#LuckiestManAlive #BearFamily](https://scontent-lax3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.29350-15/416920031_3373151642830342_6696851954454537274_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=18de74&_nc_ohc=ZMLmjPdSAEUAX8nnJex&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&oh=00_AfB0olvUVmnenPKd2wCllMDehg5gzDgAbc4BDsGLqIm6pA&oe=65BA4561)
![Kym: 'Mr Baba, can I tell you something wierd? You can actually get tired from doing nothing!!'
Me: 'It is called boredom.'
Kym: 'Noooo. I mean, like physically tired.'
Me: 'One can get tired and sleepy due to boredom. I remember reading about it somewhere. Let's find out.'
[Some Googling later]
Me: 'It says here that "A new paper published in the journal Nature Communications finds that a part of the brain that is associated with motivation and pleasure - the nucleus accumbens - also can produce sleep. The new findings may explain why we have the tendency to fall asleep in the absence of motivating stimuli, i.e., when bored." Isnt it interesting?'
Kym: 'I already knew that. Why do you need to research things we already know?'
Me: [Finding a subject worth talking about now]: ' Ah well, that's what we'll talk of tomorrow on your morning run. It's very interesting the way science is done and our understanding of the universe is expanded.'
Kym: 'Can we talk of unicorns instead?'
Me: 'Sure. How do you know they exist? That's an interesting question too that you can use the scientific method to answer.'
Kym: 'Do they have to exist for us to talk about them? We can just pretend they do for an hour and have fun.'
Me: [Laughing] 'Yes, sure. We can do that too.'
#BabaBabyConversations #BearFamily #KymAndI](https://scontent-lax3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.29350-15/416410840_383105434396466_2267910263456009774_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=18de74&_nc_ohc=LIozs445JFcAX_48wGC&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&oh=00_AfDQ2qbb0yO_wUmLj_L0ZxF61eDdwlIN-vyrd8GZe_pBMQ&oe=65BAFA57)
