Seems that every time I lied, I got caught. So at an early age I learned that honesty truly is the best policy. Maybe I am honest to a fault. (If honesty can be a fault). There are exceptions to this rule (as there are exceptions to almost every rule). Those exceptions are “white lies.” White lies are those little tiny white butterflies that come to our lips when our friend asks if her butt looks too big… You know the questions I am talking about. Those dreaded questions that come and you have to consult the white butterfly to avoid an argument or from hurting someone's feelings.
Truthfully, I hate lies! I hate it when people lie and especially hate it when people lie to me. I have lost friendships over lies and I have lost trust in people that I dearly love because of lies. As you probably know, once trust is destroyed it is difficult to develop again. I may still love these people that lied to me but a huge component of that love has been destroyed…respect. For me personally, I want people to respect me just as much as I want them to love me.
For the most part I think I am an honest person. However, as I was writing this post, it occurred to me that there is one area of my life that I am a liar. Maybe liar isn't the correct word. I haven't been able to entirely open up about my life and my life experiences. Part of the reason I haven't is because of my personal safety.
I think we all need to keep that in mind, especially when posting on the World Wide Web.
My intention is to open up more in the future, yet still be safe on this HUGE internet world.