August 11, 2009

• I wish I could be completely honest.

  I'm sure most everyone feels this way sometimes, but it's been on my mind lately.  I wish I had the guts to tell people exactly what I'm thinking without regard to what they'll think of me as a result.

  Maybe it's the liquid courage coursing through my veins that's making me feel this way at the moment, but there are a couple of people to whom I would love to speak my mind.

   

  I'd tell her that she should stop trying to be amicable and that I see straight through her lies.

  I'd tell him that it's not going to be enjoyable, but that I promise he will survive and that no one will think less of him as a result.

  I'd tell him that he really pisses me off sometimes, especially when he's just not thinking, but that that's most likely my own fault more than his.

  I'd tell her that she's not worth the stress and heartache, and that she should just live her life without paying too much attention to the cloud of stupidity and heartbreak and mind games that follows her around.

  I'd tell him that I still care about him a great deal.  And that I'm not so sure I was wrong the first time.

  And I'd tell him that he's being completely ridiculous concerning this whole situation, although that's not going to change his mind, of course.

   

  I pride myself on being pretty open with my thoughts on a given situation, but I tend to self-edit far more than I like to admit.  The opinions I give are truthful, but they are stated in a more subdued or non-confrontational fashion than they actually are.

  Maybe someday I'll be able to tell someone the complete, honest truth without fear of repercussions.  That's my hope, anyway.

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