Truth and Consequences
It rained yesterday and it's freaking hot today. Such is the way of the world. I have absolutely nothing to say, yet, (ha ha) I am saying something anyhow. It has recently popped into my mind that I am a boring person. No, seriously, before you start in on the "no, you're not that bad", I've been giving it a lot of thought, seeing as how my life now revolves around painting walls bluebell white and selling soda and ice to thirsty Rangsit U nursing students - leaves a lot of time for self-contemplation. I think the saddest part is that no one has thought to inform me of this because, I believe, two reasons: a) they're afraid of hurting my feelings and b) they're afraid of me hurting something other than their feelings. Honesty's a bitch. On the one hand, you want people to tell you the truth, but can you handle it? And same goes for others - they want the truth, but can they handle it? I have recently become acquainted (re-acquainted? Don't know really) with someone who believes in telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. He is blunt to the point of rudeness. I didn't know if I could handle this at first, but really, most of the time, it's kinda nice. Just a thought...I think everyone can use a dollop of reality now and then. So here's my reality: I'm boring and I revel in it.
Final thought: I still believe in little white lies. :P