My father was known for his honesty and he instilled that same belief into me. It didn’t matter what the situation was as long as you were honest. I remember getting so mad at him sometimes, but I knew that he was just being honest and if I looked deeper I would agree with him. I’ve always prided myself in the fact that I do not lie. I am not talking about those little fibs you have to make at holiday time about presents or whether or not the Tooth Fairy is real. I am talking about those times when you friend looks in your face and says, “be honest”. I’m the friend that you take shopping with you so that you don’t end up buying something that makes you look like a $2 hooker. I’m the friend that tells you I saw your boyfriend making out with someone else in the movie theater last Friday night. I’m the friend that says, “You’re wrong and you need to make it right.” Yeah…I’m that friend.
People love me for the same reason they hate me. They love me, because they can always count on me to tell them the truth no matter what. Those same people get upset with me, because I answer honestly when they ask the dreaded question, “What do you think?” Well if you don’t want to know then don’t ask. This is usually regarding relationships or a decision that they made. I’ve never proclaimed that I am always right, but if you ask what I think, then I’ll tell you. I say what everyone else is thinking, but is afraid to proclaim. This always leads to me being the bad guy and everyone else is off the hook. It kind of works out for them.
I have lost friendships and relationships for being honest…yeah. It sucks and sometimes I think I might change and just start telling people what they want to hear…just be like everyone else. Then I think, well daddy didn’t raise you to be like that and by changing that I would be changing myself to suit others. I wished people would just not ask me. If they know I am going to be honest and they really can’t handle it then don’t ask.