Sweet sweat

I confess is the subject for this week's Blogger Idol. For those who haven't found it yet, it seems the idea for Blogger Idol is based on that other Idol show on TV. It's a catchy title but for me, that's where the similarity ends. Blogger Idol suggests a topic each week. Bloggers can write or picture the subject and link to their entries. The site stresses this is not a competition - it's really a forum where new people can read your posts and you can get to know other bloggers. At least, as a very new blogger, that's how it seems to me. Anyway, I like the idea of being given a starting point to expound on, so, providing I can work out how to do the technical stuff, here is my entry into this week's Blogger Idol.

I confess to being very unsure whether the old adage that confession is good for the soul has much truth to it at all.
 

The very words I confess have overtones of guilt and regret. Perhaps it is better to deal with guilt and regret on a private and personal level. To think it through and keep your own counsel rather than to 'confess'. Who are you going to confess to? If it is to your god (in whatever form that takes), then surely it is unnecessary to use an intermediary - doesn't your mind speak directly to your god? And if God is the recipient of your confession, then why is it necessary to confess. After all, God is all-seeing, all-knowing.

Confessing to another human being is fraught with danger - even the best-intentioned best friend is likely to think it is okay to just tell one other person whom they trust implicitly. The question is, do you trust their best friend with your guilty secret?

If one really must confess - then the safest recipient on this earth is probably the dog or cat - your confession will be safe with them.

Perhaps the best way to handle the confession is to confess to yourself that you handled things badly that time, learn the lesson and move on.