that will not lie, cheat, or steal; truthful; trustworthy
I am so honest, I'm stupid.
Really.
I see words as these concrete blocks of steadfast meaning whilst the rest of world uses them like bubbles and taffy....twisting, churning and spinning them in which ever direction and meaning works for them.
Some people are not worth the effort of my words.
I know someone that hides, keeps secrets and uses honesty to wipe her butt...it means nothing to her. Whenever possible, I avoid the dishonest.
People lie...to hide....their vulnerabilities, egocentric ideations, emotional fragility and fear of intimacy.
People steal because something is missing in their lives...usually love, parental and otherwise.
Honesty hides nothing. Arms wide one in a driving rain.
Trust is one hand reaching out, past the boundary of self. Careful now.
Growing up, there was no one to trust...so I wrapped my arms around me and started spinning, spiraling inward.
My honesty was not a virtue, just a troublemaker. I learnt to keep my mouth shut and my opinions to myself.
You know...when I was a child, if I tried to run from the unjust punishment, the penalty was far worse. I stopped running and turned head first into dads open fist.
I remember "seeing stars" on more than one occasion. Bruises on my upper arm, where he'd grab me, were common.
But I digress.
I surround myself with honest people. I can pick them out, these days. They are the ones with the genuine smile:)
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