I like being honest.
Not because I have some inherent noble streak or a need to fight for the rights of truth or even that I believe that after every true word a fairy gets his wings.
It's more out of laziness.
Do you know how hard it is to remember who you told what, when? It's a hell of an effort! "Okay I told X that Y likes this, but told Z that Y prefers this, and R thinks Y is X with a dash of C but it's really V and B when L is J or K, except on leap years, when Y is twice the sum of H's parts and prone to parallel thinking,which of course is just a lie..."
No thank you! My brain would be better used holding much more interesting information. (Like the price of watermelon's or knowledge that mosquitoes have teeth! < - - they really do the little bastards!)
Funny though because of this honesty habit I get a lot of folk who are so used to lying that they cannot wrap their minds around the idea that you are saying exactly what you mean! I swear you can see the smoke coming out their nostrils as their brain does back-flips trying to find ways in which what you said can't be true, must be lies, being pretentious or as fake as their tacky "alligator" shoes!
I've had some of the nicest letters I've ever written sent back to me with accusations that I can't mean any of it and that I am evil and bad and Satan's bastard child. (I'm not. I checked the birth registry, my parents were only
lesser demons...)
People do have issues accepting things that are not stereotypical and the norm, while still going on that they dislike things that are stereotypical and normal.
It's sort of funny and sort of sad! Can't be nice living like that.
Hey is that how you live?
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