Lying about a secret is something that can damage the way some people behave. Being tasked with keeping an event a secret can surely make these people become angry, anxious, or careless. If this is the case, it should never be overlooked because there could be some serious destruction happening to them. I learned this after I was tasked with keeping an event a secret since there was a chance it can hurt my fathers reputation.
There was an incident where I was driving back home from a party with my mom and dad. My dad was intoxicated and there were many moments in that drive home that could of resulted with his death. To name one, he had opened the car door as I was on the highway, going at a speed of around 50mph. Luckily, I was able to stop quick enough before he had fallen out. This surely made me anxious and afraid enough to stop driving. Yet, there was a bit anger on top of this. Never had I experienced something so idiotic and reckless. A part of me never wanted to be near my dad again because of all the anger that I had built up from that night.
My mom told me to not tell the family about this event because she knows that my dad really is a great guy and normally never drinks alcohol. With this in mind, the dangers of holding in a secret like this became present. My facial expressions always portrayed me as an angry individual if I was near my dad. Every time one of my family members saw me, they would ask whats happening and this is where I started to lie and say that there was nothing wrong. Each lie just started to build up the anger and anxiety, which practically destroyed me as a person. I started to notice that I would be angry even why my dad wasn’t near me. Just know that the relationship between my father and I was dwindling down to nothing because of this.
But then one day I learned that I wasn’t alone. My dad sat me down and told me that he felt a sense of guilt every time he had to lie whenever one of our family members asked why I looked angry. He understood why I was angry and it was easy to tell that he regrets that night from ever happening. It was slowly tearing him up each time he lied about why I looked angry. A thought like this never ran by my mind and that became the first time in a while that I sympathized with my father. After this our relationship went back to normal and I stopped being so aggressive towards the world.
You answered a couple of questions and touched on a couple of assigned elements, but you didn’t fully use them to analyze the event.