My partner is attempting to move in this weekend. I say attempting, because while all his stuff is now spread throughout our house in bags, boxes and deconstructed furniture, he's now napping in bed with a cold while I unpack what seem to be the least personal boxes and bags.

I'm a bit of a privacy freak. I politely declined any offers from friends and family to help me pack or unpack, because I hate the idea of people going through my stuff. Hell, I built my office as a cave of bookshelves so people can't see what I'm doing without coming into the room. Not everyone's so extreme, but I'd wager everyone has a mental box or two of things they'd rather keep to themselves - or even a physical item or two that they'd rather people didn't know about.

So, the game - either write about your own secret box, if you find it interesting enough, or come up with the oddest thing you can think of that someone should be ashamed or secretive about. Now expose it to their friends in the most humiliating way possible. What happens next?