Somewhere someone.

...is feeling the same way you are.

Humans are rather unoriginal.
In fact, I highly doubt the concept of originality really exists.
The personal is really nonexistent.
Secrets are only what they are in your own mind. Because anything you're hiding, most people know, most people experience, and most people can presume about you. Yet we keep hiding it all. Yet we continue to not discuss things. Yet we think each and everyone of us is an individual with all these unique and personal thoughts and secrets.

"Anyhow, he asked himself, what is an intimate secret? Is that where we hide what’s most mysterious, most singular, most original about a human being? Are her intimate secrets what make Chantal the unique being he loves? No. What people keep secret is the most common, the most ordinary, the most prevalent thing, the same thing everybody has: the body and its needs, its maladies, its manias---constipation, for instance, or menstruation. We ashamedly conceal these intimate matters not because they are so personal but because, on the contrary, they are so lamentably impersonal."

On the rare occasion that a person has personal information that is rare and limited to very few human beings (relatively of course, 500,000 as opposed to 1 billion), it's likely they want to share it with the world--have someone to talk to, express it online, divulge it to your world's audience in a blog. We often find that it's even easiest to tell the most emotionally intimate information to the newest of strangers. But we wouldn't dare say something we know all humans deal with such as a sex drive. No no no, that would be far too intimate whereas discussing your grandfather's recent passing and how you feel about that is not.

I notice that we keep secretive the most common of things simply out of shame. We are ashamed of the things we cannot control--the things that are there against are will. We are ashamed of all the things that seem to make us so pathetically identical to the entirety of the human race.