Diving Headfirst Into the Truth

I've never liked lying, even when it's one of the "okay" lies. Not telling the truth makes me feel like a fraud. Although I know that some lies avoid unpleasant situations and consequences, I feel disingenuous if I don't tell the truth. I have very little tolerance for pretend and fakery. I've tried giving up lying several times in my life, and the consequences of my honesty have reduced my friend count drastically and landed me in boiling hot water.

My sister Lynnette--who has 677 friends, 24 of whom consider her their best friend--says the reason I have no friends is because of my intolerance--she really gets on my nerves sometimes.

Well, she makes it sound as if I have no friends. I have friends. By last count yesterday, I had 102 of them on Facebook--down one from last week. I don't actually know them, though. I do remember passing some of them in the halls in high school, but I didn't associate with any of them; I couldn't tolerate their behavior--all so sophomoric and high-schoolish.

I'm in one of those times again when I just want to tell the truth. No more lies. Lynnette and her entourage have advised against my need to be 100% genuine and sincere, but I'm diving headfirst into the truth.

Facebook Friend Count: 101 and dropping.

It appears my desire to tell the truth has landed me in hot water again, so I guess it's time to move on to another subject: perception of the truth, and I'll do that when I return from my whirlwind around-the-world book tour.