Honesty

Everyone seems to want honesty. But, when presented with it, run the other way. Someone must have wished a long time ago that I would not be able to tell a lie. If you haven't set of my "psycho" alarm, you're getting the truth, whether you want it or not. Maybe people don't have a problem with the truth, maybe it's just THE WHOLE truth that causes problems. I suffer from "tomuchinfocitis". As a kid, I kept nearly everything to myself, since I moved out and became a grown up, the tomuchinfocitis has taken control of my mouth.

If you've read any on this blog, you can see what I'm talking about. That's, infact, one reason I started the blog, to take the need to tell people everything at once out of daily life and clog up cyberspace with the truth. I guess this blog is my truth.

So, do you think the truth is comfortable for most people in small doses? Perhaps if the truth doesn't get to far under your skin its okay? That's a thought. But that would put a hamper on polite lies. You know what I mean: feigning interest in a boring conversation, telling someone that's overly self conscience there outfit is beautiful, when in fact it makes you want to vomit, what would the world be like with out these little lies? It would be more interesting, I'd wager. And they'd definitely have to stop manufacturing crop tops, and low rise jean in size 20 and up.

I don't know if we even realize when someone is lying to us most of the time. We're all so good at telling lies to keep everything running smoothly. I'd like to try out this world without lies.

I've done it before, but the tomuchinfocitis will freak even the coolest cucumber out!!!! ha ha, I love that Name. I've truly entertained myself this evening, so I'll bid y'all ado!