I’ve had enough of people who insist on lying to “protect” someone’s feelings. My past isn’t lily-white, but I’d like to think I’ve matured somewhat over the years, to the extent that I don’t sit around attempting to rationalize or justify my mistakes. Aside from the fact that it is incredibly patronizing, (and even demeaning!), people who use the “protection” crap are really just trying to protect themselves from the work and effort that honesty requires - and yes, sometimes the pain. These “protectors” are rarely genuinely concerned about hurting the other person - more likely they are worried about losing something in the process, and getting hurt themselves. It’s the quintessential “cake and eat it too” syndrome - and they think they can have it by lying, or creative lies of omission.That’s bullshit & I call shenanigans.

Honesty begins at the beginning. Not when you are backed into a corner. And if you think you have to lie to be compassionate and caring, then you REALLY don’t have a CLUE. Because there is no such thing as an “allowable” level of dishonesty, EVER.

If you’re going to be a pathological liar, at least have a lucid explanation to make your pathetic attempts at lies somewhat believable. But if you can’t even do that, then you’re an embarrassing excuse for a human that lacks the ability to do something as simple as telling the truth.

Trying to mask your lies as pretty truths, is like trying to cover shit in paint. No matter how many times you paint the terds, at the end of the day it’s still a piece of shit.

Being stuck between a rock & a hard place. We’ve all been there. Some people, however long their experience or strong their intellect, are temperamentally incapable of reaching firm decisions. Where every option seems as bad as the next. Call it a problematic deposition with an added bonus of internal conflict. It’s a mental fork in the road embedded on the core of your mental. It’s instances like those where the no preferable alternatives are given. Every choice you make, as right and innocent as it may be-strings along tattered and decayed repercussions. Regardless of the ethical and wholehearted intent of your decision, you know in the back of your head, the recoil of the whatever it is you decide is going to fucking hurt. If not you, then someone else.

It’s almost guilt tripping, anticipating the impact of my choices. Especially the difficult ones, but shelving hard decisions is the least ethical course. (“Every decision is liberating, even if it leads to disaster. Otherwise, why do so many people walk upright and with open eyes into their misfortune?”- Elias Canetti) In spite of the pain in the ass “difficult choice making” I suppose it’s the ability to make decisions and choices and to act in accordance with them. It’s the ability to act rather than to be acted upon, to proactively carry out the program we’ve set out.

Remember that.

Options, convenient as they are to be placed in front of me so neatly, would be far too easy. I pave my own path, grovel at no one’s feet but my own, and rejoice at my own successes-not because they were merely handed over, but earned. I want to walk to my own cadence, my very own rhythmic flow through life without being misled by envious jealousy over someone else’s endeavors.

I’ve realized my own successes will be based off of the work I put into my own life. Shit isn’t magically bestowed into some form of achievement for us to easily attain. The type of work you want; the relationships you need; the social, mental, and aesthetic stimulation that’ll leave you happy and fulfilled; the money you require for the lifestyle that is appropriate to you; and any requirement that you may (or may not) have for achievement or service to others. If you don’t aim for it all, you know what you’ll get? NOTHING. If you want something bad enough, you go get it.

I’m hoping you ladies that are “doing the sex” tomorrow, take charge & tell your man to make YOU a sandwich afterwards. Not unless you’re on some weird ass diet or something… There’s always 100% wholewheat??