I sometimes wonder if what people say is actually what they mean.

I once had a boyfriend who apparently assumed I was stupid, because I think everything he ever told me was said for my benefit. None of it was the truth.

He said he loved me. In retrospect, he probably did. But why did he have to lie about everything?

As much as I don’t want to admit it, his duplicity has tainted my life ever since. Even to the point of casting doubt on things other people say to me. I wonder if anyone tells the truth these days.

There’s a lot to be said for being honest. It’s how I try to live my life. When I talk to someone, I try to only say what I mean. There’s no agenda, no hidden motive. When I tell someone I’ll be somewhere at such-and-such time, I will be there. Or if I tell someone that I like something about them, it’s because I do. I don’t stroke other people’s egos just for the sake of stroking egos.

Admittedly, I am no saint. Far from it. I know this, and I try to be the best I know how to be. Again, I have no motivation other than to say what I mean and mean what I say.

Honesty seems to have gone the way of the pay telephone and the black and white TV. It’s just not that high on a lot of people’s priority list.

And, that’s kind of sad if you think about it hard enough.

That’s all from the Big Blue Couch.

–MorelaterZ–