Honesty is not always appreciated even when requested. People take truth as an insult rather than introspection to analyze and look deep inside and decide if there is some merit.
That is because they have been lied to all their life.
Truth as I see it might be at their expense but it is a price I am more than willing to pay. They can get angry and think that I am hard, cold and calloused. Why ask if they don’t want to know what I think. It is taken too personally and I only do it as a favor.
To be honest, I don’t really care, but they asked so why mince words? Life is too short for courtesy of lying. If someone thinks they want to know then I figure they need to know.
What they don’t realize is that I am not judgmental. Most are and I guess they assume I am as well. People can do whatever they want. I don’t care. It is my mere indifference that allows me to say what I think. It is also why my perception is so clear. It is not clouded with baggage of religion or social expectation. More power to the individual without any ghosts.
So I tell them what I think. Then they freak out. And I think why did I open my mouth? I do it every time. It is like a birth defect with me. I can’t stop myself. I suppose that is what they mean when they say honest to a fault. I’ve got time to waste and this is not how I want to waste it. Why did I think they could just listen and take it in? Now all the questions come.
All the self doubt, frustration and second guessing flood them.
Their mouths open up and spew.
“What does that mean?”
“Are you saying that I am…?”
“I can’t believe you think that!”
“Do I really…..?”
Calm yourself. I was only kidding. Now where is that remote?
