id you ever wonder why it seems that the most dishonest people are the ones trying to prove how honest they are? The people who go out of their way to bare their souls even at the most inappropriate times in the name of honesty? These are the ones with the darkest secrets to hide. Secrets-that trust me-you don’t want to know the answer to. So instead, they tell you everything that they can tell you right up front so that it never occurs to you to probe deeper. After all, you know everything right?
Show me a man or woman who wants you to know everything about them from the beginning, and I will show you how high my bullshit meter can register on a scale. They are usually the ones who say things like, “You can trust me..” or “I can explain that…” They are the ones that spend so much time lying to others and themselves that their very existence becomes a rationalization and justification. Sounds exhausting to me.
The main character in my novel, Brooke, is honest, painfully so, although it takes her a while to realize that being honest with everyone doesn’t always translate to being honest with herself. Sometimes people spend so much time trying to prove their honesty and worth to others that they never take the time to evaluate the truth inside themselves–then, they find themselves in an unhappy marriage, an unhappy life and an unexamined existence.
I’ll admit that being a writer has its advantages in this way. I am forced to self evaluate every time I sit down to write a blog post, a chapter of my book or even in my daily journal. I don’t always like the process, but I know one thing, I’m being honest. And what’s more, I’m living honestly.
I don’t have to tell my friends that I am living an honest forthright life. I don’t have to assure people that I’m being honest with them. All I have to do is BE honest with myself and others. The rest will take care of itself.
Yes, honesty..I’m a fan.
“What is uttered from the heart alone will win the hearts of others to your own.” Goethe