Hush Now, Child

I think one of the biggest signs that I'm growing up is that I don’t even want to try to lie anymore.

Like, when you were 12 and you didn’t do something because you didn’t feel like it, you’d think up an excuse. You were sick, your printer broke, you completely forgot, etc.

I just can’t do it.

I don’t have it in me.

The thought of lying to someone is exhausting.

Like. Ugh. And then you have to remember the lie… and like, perpetuate it.

And people respect you more for telling the truth, anyways.

I can’t even begin to count the number of times I’ve heard a “wheew, thank god you feel that way too,” or an “Ugh, I haven’t had anyone be that honest with me in a while,” after just saying how I actually feel instead of softening the blow.

And frankly, who wouldn’t relate to someone who’s telling the truth?

I think so much more of a person for being up front and having an opinion (even if it’s a shitty one) instead of cowering around and ducking out of a conversation with an “Oh yeah, I never thought of it that way,” or a “Look at you! So opinionated!”

Honestly. Stick your neck out. You’re alive. Have a point of view.

And it probably doesn’t help that I have an inconvenient, zero-tolerance character trait. I don’t like having relationships with people that are founded on an understanding that you can lie to each other whenever you want, as long as the lie makes things look neater than they are or makes things move more efficiently.

Can’t do it.

Plus I’d much rather say “I had no desire to do it. I’ll get it to you soon,” than “Oh my GOD you’ll never beLIEVE what happened to me last night.”

I don’t have that kind of time on my hands anymore.