As far as I can remember I’ve always been exceptionally good at keeping secrets. Even counting unintentional lapses of judgment, I seem always to have been the kind of character upon whom others can always rely for a trustworthy confidante. Of course I most certainly have told quite a few extremely minor insignificant secrets over the years. I can’t think of any examples though. To my credit, however, when I simply must keep my mouth shut, I’m always quite happy to comply. Maybe it’s because I realize from entirely seriously hard-earned experience how difficult it would be for me to accept the consequences of my having done something I shouldn’t have. I’ve always had quite an exceptionally hard time with facing up to the much nastier consequences of my actions. As far as I’m concerned it’s simply not even the least bit worth the trouble to say something when I’m required to keep quiet. The ability to keep my mouth shut has always come very easily to me.