‘You sound like you are very honest’ he said to me on the day we first met. I replied to him that I did not want to waste my life with lies and insincerity. ‘That’s a great thing’ he told me.
Yes, a great thing. I guess it is a topic you could debate about. I saw it passing by a bit earlier this month, a fancy photo with the text: ‘I prefer to be lied to, rather than being hurt by the truth’. It is something I can not understand. I think at a very young age I told my best friend that if there was a day that she did not feel like hanging out with me, she should tell me rather than play those hide and seek games where one runs off to an area that’s out of the agreed zone. I might have been… 4, 5, 6? Something of that range. It was always a deal between us and probably one of the reasons why over 20 years later we are still friends. Because we could honestly say to each other when enough is enough. I have never felt hurt whenever she told me that she wanted to hang with someone else for a day or so.
Lies… I hate them. With a passion! Because hardly any lie stays undercover forever. They always show their true face and when it turns out that something told was not really truth than THAT is when I am hurt.
However when people think of someone who speaks out their thoughts honestly they always seem to have in mind that the other person is lacking any tact. For that reason I pretty much always choose my words carefully. Yes, sharp sometimes perhaps, but when needed they might be packaged in velvet rather than being surrounded with thorns. If I think you are worth to be handled with care or a professional situation occurs than I will be more gentle, but if there is no base for me to take your sensitivity in consideration than I have no problem with setting up my spikes. Because I believe that people have the right to experience my true feelings. According to some people it is exactly the reason why a lot of ‘stereotypical Americans’ are not part of my BFF circle. Perhaps they are right, but each and everyone has the option to show themselves to me first. After all that is only fair.
To get back to the day to the last day I have met him, I ought to be surprised by seeing that some people in their insecurity feel like blowing themselves up. A lie, yes it is. And that exactly makes a person like me grow cold for another. He knew it in the first 15 minutes, yet failed to anticipate on it. Moral of the story: speak from your heart and choose your words wisely. If you think people will be cuddled by your sweet little lies, you might get them back in your face when truth prevails.