Is there any good reason to lie to me?
I’ve been pretty satisfied lately. I’m making a lot of new friends, getting in touch with old ones (some who are sluts, but that was for the previous entry), and in general living a pretty good life. There are a few things I wish I could change about myself, and that’s feasible, but then there are things that I would like to change about how we treat each other, and I’m questioning if that is possible.
One of my friends– I’m not saying that sarcastically– told me what he thought would be a small lie–that he was going to get off the computer and rest, as he wasn’t feeling well. I just happened to be on MySpace all frikkin’ day long yesterday out of boredom, and noticed that he was still on, feeling rather well, replying to comments on his MySpace and completely ignoring what he had just told me.
This seems like a small thing. It actually is, and I’m not making a big deal out of it, but it makes me question how trustworthy people really are. If they can’t even tell me the truth about something this simple, how do I know they will tell me the truth when it comes to something truly important? That’s what I’m afraid of.
I consider this [person] to be a good friend of mine, though we only met recently. This doesn’t change the positive image I have about him, but it certainly does make me wonder about how exactly friends are supposed to treat each other.
If you read my profile (and I hope you do; it took forever and a day to make all those pretty graphics), you’ll see that I make a personal promise to everyone to not *lie* to anyone. I may deceive you on occasion, but that’s entirely different from lying. I believe in being honest with people, because wouldn’t you appreciate honesty from them?
Though this may sound like I just want everyone to be like me, I just feel like there are certain ethics we should follow when we around communicating with someone else. I think honesty should be one of them. Unfortunately, it seems like we live in an age where lying, deceit, and illusions all play into our daily lives.
I don’t know about you, but unless a depressed teen is starved for attention, they won’t admit to it. One of my exes from earlier this year would not answer the phone some weekends, and I wondered why. I thought he was upset with me. It turned out he was just crying in his room because life sucked. I’m grateful that he told me what was going on, and I let him know that I would be here for him whenever he needed someone to talk to. I appreciated his honesty.
Another one of my exes from this year actually admits to, and enjoys, being fake. One time, we were arguing on the phone, and he exclaimed, “I’m f**king fake and I f**king love it! Yeah, b*tch!” Though one of the shittiest people I’ve ever dated in my entire life, he did teach me a few things nonetheless about how fake people can be. This is unfortunate, because, I believe, in order to be fake, you have to lie about who you really are. That’s commonplace in our society now, though. If you’re anywhere near my age, you already know, and most likely do, what I’m talking about.
It just feels like I have to figure out what people are thinking now, because they aren’t willing to just tell me. I admire people who are honest, blunt, and direct. That would be the perfect guy for me, because they would let me know how they were feeling, and they would be deeply emotional with me as well (but that’s for another blog!)… but who said I didn’t want *friends* that I could share things with?
Hell, you have to make up some excuse like I’m your boss about how you can’t come into work today (and chat with me on AOL)?
But, as my friend Chris from California implies, I “trip” over little things. I’m not trippin’, yo. I’m just exhausted of all the B.S. that people shovel out to each other. Why can’t we believe that we can make a difference by BEING DIFFERENT? Is honesty that hard of an attribute to acquire and maintain now? Maybe I’m just being too honest.
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