Clueless

How clueless am I that I jump up with a jolt when I come across a pamphlet printed with my deepest secrets that I had only confided in my bestest of friends, a pamphlet which had been circulated among strangers as a juicy piece of fresh gossip, relished, mocked, exaggerated, passed on, and now scattered on the ground along with hundreds of its copies, trampled upon by hundreds of feet but its contents imprinted in the warped memories of strangers forever. How clueless that I was the very last to receive that very last pamphlet.