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March 24, 2006
OFF LEASH: On confession
"Off Leash" is an occasional column by Fiddler. Past columns can be found here.
Open confession is good for the soul. Or so says a Scottish proverb. This is an idea that American pop culture has certainly embraced. If you've done something wrong -- hired a prostitute, bribed a senator, faked a memoir -- the best remedy is to bare your soul and take your lumps on national television. Admission, preferably in prime time, is the first step toward absolution.
I'm not sure I buy all that. Even so, there is value in honesty. And, as it happens, I have a confession of my own. Here it is: I sleep upstairs sometimes. This is not allowed. In fact, I'm never supposed to be upstairs. Yet, once everyone is in bed, I pad softly up the stairs and settle down in the hallway. Why do I do this? I don't know. Maybe I like getting away with something.
This is not a felony, of course. When you think of what I could be doing -- jumping up on people or chasing the cats -- it hardly seems like a problem. But I know it's not okay. I also know there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Posted by teb at March 24, 2006 11:13 AM