If you remember what people tell you almost verbatim, you realize who is full of shit. I don’t think my memory is exceptional. Just I try to listen to what everyone tells me. Not everyone is bad actor. Some just tell a few lies and contradict themselves not realizing you’re fully aware. Can’t everyone keep it 100? Keep it real? Sincerity is paramount and I have a hard time putting my trust in someone if they can’t tell it to me like it is.

I honestly could not give a shit if what someone tells me makes them look bad. I had a co-worker who routinely overshared and told me far too much. Everything from how he cheated on his wife, past drug abuse, and his plans for walking away from it all if it was convenient for him — that’s a lot to digest. At least I knew he was honest. I probably trusted him more than anyone else in the office until he left for another position.

I don’t believe everyone is a saint who does no wrong. It’s foolish to think anyone can be like that. All I want is the truth and the satisfaction you are who you say you are. Trust isn’t easy.


Honesty Over Lies

honest: free of deceit and untruthfulness; sincere.

I’ve become increasingly aware that not everyone is as truthful as I am with them. It’s a shame considering my sheer open and bluntness with everyone. I thought it would mean others can be as real as they are with me. I guess not.

I noticed my conscience gets the better of me — it controls my actions. When I do wrong, I am bothered to no end. Not everything you say will be as you want it. Some days, you wish you could take it back. It’s circumstantial. Unfortunately, you can’t once it’s out there.

I don’t think people apologize enough. It’s hard to swallow your pride and admit you did wrong. And all for what? A small hit to your ego. Somehow in the imperfect world, we as people, cannot fathom admitting we are wrong.

Sincerity is paramount. But what do I know. Later world.