I’m on a fucking role with the writing recently. I guess I do have a lot to say and recently I have been in a position to take the time to actually get it out of my brain and into letters.

One of the thing’s that I find myself talking about and thinking about is the basic search for truth. It appalls me how common it is for people to lie or cheat about things that have essentially no consequence. It amuses me greatly how often people will try to lie and cheat in business, but eventually always get found out. I find that I repeat myself often on this point, and mainly it is to make sure that I stay true to it, but I really see no point in lying. It really does no one any good. Just don’t lie and everyone would be a little happier.

I was recently reminded of a quote that I read in a book once (I think it was The Voices by Jean-Paul Sartre, but I don’t remember). The quote goes

But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.

I think this is probably one of the more poignant and relevant quotes to try and apply to daily living. There are not a lot of times that I can think of in which the truth would not always have worked better than a small lie, a half-truth or omission. That’s not to say that the timing or wording of the truth isn’t supremely important to try and not hurt people with it, but it should always be expressed when it needs to be.

I suppose the following constitutes another real lesson that I’ve learned in NY and I shall dub thee “Epiphany 5”:

Be truthful in everything you do. Be truthful with everyone you know.

There is no single more important person to be truthful with than yourself.

There is no single more damaging thing in life than to try to lie to yourself.

I’m sure some famous writer(s) has said something similar to or exactly that before. I refuse to believe that such a basic truth has not been more widely discussed, but I’m claiming it. Bitches.

Recently I was put in a position to choose to lie to someone I care about, or to tell a truth I was terrified to tell. There were a couple times during the same conversation where I had already bent the truth a little, or told different truths, but the question in question (yes that’s horrible English) wasn’t one that was easily dodged. I guess it wasn’t a really hard decision to make because I had been trying to figure out when or if I should ever say something, and now I had the opportunity to just spit it out. And I did. And I don’t regret it.

Could it have blown up in my face and ruined a relationship with someone I really didn’t want to ruin it with? Yes, probably. But would I have at least know what the other person was thinking? Yes, absolutely.

And that, dear friends, is the whole point. Knowledge is power.

It doesn’t always have to be power like the power that stupid Littlefinger has- who wants to deal with that kind of drama? Aaaaaanyways.

And I suppose it’s a little hypocritical for ME to be saying so, but I really believe that you need to just put all of the truth of yourself out there for the world to see, all of the time. You will be judged. You will be mocked. You will be ridiculed. But you will also be discovered by those like you. You will be found by those who find you amazing and special, and you will find happiness.

My friends tried to set me up with this horrible person a while back, and boy was she a pretty horrible person. There was a fancy group dinner and they sat me next to her on purpose so that I could try to get to know her with minimal pressure. I knew things weren’t going to go so well when she started chatting up the dude across from her and all she wanted to talk about was how important she was at her job. Aaaaaaaaand I’m out.

But eventually, after dinner was over, I decided I should at least try to talk to this girl, I sat down next to her while she was talking to her other friend. They were, coincidentally, talking about dating and getting to know people. This is basically what the conversation was like:

Girl A: It’s so hard to get to know people on first dates. You have to try so hard to impress them.

Horrible Person: I know, I’m so tired of trying to pretend all the time with these people, but how else can you find a guy?

Girl A: Well me and [whatever her bf’s name was] are really finally getting to know each other after [whatever inane amount of time she said].

Me: Why pretend?

HP: Because you want to get them to like you… obviously. Who want’s to see all the drama right up front?

Me: Why wouldn’t you? If you put all your crazy out into the world all at once, it’ll be super easy to figure out who you are compatible with and who you aren’t. Wouldn’t you rather just figure it out right away if the person on the other side of the table can deal with all of you, rather than wasting a bunch of time on dates to find out after a couple months?

Girl A: *Blank stare*

HP: *Blank stare*

HP to Girl A: *Knowing look*

Me: Cool, well I have to pee.

She’s going to die alone. That sounds harsh, but her story doesn’t end there. It’s not super relevant to anything I’m writing so you don’t get to know any more. We’ll just leave it with the fact that she’s a bad person, and will now be the example of why you should just always be truthful. Cause if you’re not, you’ll be like her and die alone. GOD I WISH THAT WAS TRUE. Liars and fakes should all die alone. /rage

This is getting weird and soap-box-y so I’m done here.

Tell the truth. Don’t be a dick. Be happy.