oh honestly
Thanks to Annie for the title.
One thing I struggle with is honesty, in the complete opposite way most people struggle with it.
If you were to ask me if your butt looked big in those jeans, and it did, I would tell you. Honestly. I would try to think of nice words, like “smashed juicy ham”, or “are tight pants the new style?” But lying to make you feel better about it, that is not me. I cannot do it. My mind goes blank and all I can think is the honest truth. No sugar coating or beating around the bush.
If your children are raving lunatics every single time I see them and scream that they hate me when I so boldy say “hello”, I may agree with you when you tell me that you think they are difficult children. I won’t add more, like “have you considered testing for rabies” or “bad mommie, very bad mommie.” But I am not going to lie and tell you they are angelic children of God, when clearly they are spawn of Satan.
Lastly, isn’t birthday money the best. I mean really, even when it is not for you. I love the freedom to spend on things I want, where I want. It is so much better than, well, pretty much most things.
And thats the truth.
November 5th, 2007 at 6:52 pm
I tend to struggle with this too. I find that if someone asks a question, and I want to lie, that I feel it will seem so obvious, so I do a little half truth, or avoid answering the question. There is an exception. If I can plan in advance than I am much better.
November 8th, 2007 at 10:07 am
I used to make Becca cry a lot because I didn’t lie.
When she met Matt’s family she wanted to borrow my sweater. I said no she couldn’t if she was planning to wear it with the skirt she had on because that would be ugly.
I guess I went too far that time since she hadn’t actually asked my opinion.
She wore it anyway to spite me and it was awful just like I told her it would be.
November 11th, 2007 at 9:30 pm
Eva-So glad to see you. I have been sneaking peaks at your blog as well.