Honesty

So at the moment honesty is playing on my mind. To be honest I blame myself. If I was to be more honest with myself than maybe I'd be more honest with other people. But then people can't really handle the truth. As humans we don't like it. We find some comfort in lies. Lies protect us and others. Especially if it's a nasty truth.

I find other people who are honest really funny. It's amusing as they don't really hold back. They just say what they think. And it's often really funny because you too might think that and you laugh. Maybe I'm just weird, but honesty can be the most amusing thing in the universe sometimes.

Honesty takes a lot of courage to. To openly tell someone what you think or what you've done is never going to be easy. But if you so it... Well you're a brave soul. People react differently to the truth. And I suppose it defines us an individual in one way. But it's also annoying as no two person is exactly the same. That would make life easier.

To me honesty is really important. On a scale of 1 to 10, where 10 is the most important, honesty is about a 9.6. It's really important to me, but not so important that the whole world will die. The reason it is so high is that no relationship in life could ever work if people were dishonest. Whether it be friendships, family, relationships or work related things. Honesty makes things run smoother.

But I'm a hypocrite. I can be dishonest. I think what I'm doing is protecting people, whereas honesty is probably going to be the best thing every time. For me, the problem starts with myself. If I was more honest to myself and didn't run from things, then maybe I'd be more honest with other people.

I'm the most honest with two or three friends, then the rest of my friends. My friends are the most important thing in my life. I'm human (sadly not alien) and therefore socialising and talking to people makes me happy, mostly. Depends on my mood if I'm honest. I'd tell these two or three friends pretty much anything worth knowing. I'd like to think I'm honest with them.

After my friends, I'm most honest with probably my keyboard. I talk to it. It just sits there with its blue screen thing and keys and tells me to hurry up and play some music. My keyboard can't actually speek but I imagine it gets impatient. Probably why it likes to stop working from time to time. But I love it.

Then my honesty levels drop. I'm not very honest when it comes to my parents. Not at all. I don't tell them anything. Don't trust them. Wouldn't talk to them about anything. Ever. So when they try and get personal... Well they don't. Because I'm very good at changing the subject and I spend as little time as I have to with them.

But honesty is really important. It's like the colour of custard. That really bizarre colour that the powder is. I don't like custard, it's disgusting. But the colour of custard powder is kind of like honesty. It's just pretty. And sparkly.

Lies on the other hand are all black and fill the inside of you up with fine particles of black soot. It is like that magic smoke that magicians get. All thick and masks everything. But you only see it in yourself. I read somewhere the other day about people who can taste lies. That's pretty awesome. You could be a human lie detector.

But honesty is really important in life. Without it things will fall apart. And if you are honest with someone and they react badly, give them time. Well I don't know. Life is amazing, don't abuse it! Live it to its full!