Truth and the people who tell it
So, I know I have been bitching up a storm lately about all of the fucktards on these dating sites I go to. And I know I have posted some bone-chilling examples of the same. But I want everyone to know that I do that only because I think they’re funny and I happen to like observing and commenting on oddballs. Obviously I am getting something out of going to these sites, or I wouldn’t be doing it. There’s the aforementioned observation of oddballs and there’s also the fact that I’ve met some darn nice people, both male and female. Some that make my brain go into overdrive and some that make my crotch go into overdrive, just not yet that one elusive person who does both and lives within a reasonable distance of me.
Anyway, since I have an intense disdain for people who curse the darkness, I didn’t want to be mistaken for one, and wanted to clarify. :)
So, one of the things I have noticed with people who contact me is that they usually make a comment on how “refreshing” or “candid” or “honest” the things I write are. Also that I “tell it like it is.” Enough people have said it that I assume there’s some quantifiable difference between how I am and how other people they interact with are. Frankly that astonishes me. I know that for many years now living authentically has been an integral part of who I am in the world. I spent so much time as a child and a young woman doing/acting “as if” and being the person that I thought other people wanted me to be that I don’t have any patience for it now. I guess that’s become such a part of me that I don’t understand any other way of being, not really. It’s just a part of who I am. At home, at work, online, with my friends, wherever and whenever you talk to me you get…me. Sometimes me with less of a pottymouth, sometimes me who chooses not to say everything she thinks and feels, but always the authentic, unapologetic for who she is, me. (And wow, does that make all that therapy worth the price of a new car I paid for it.)
To me, being honest (especially about yourself) is the only thing that makes sense. If you’re not honest about who you are, there’s a danger you will lose yourself in the pretense. Or I guess there’s also the possibility that you really don’t know who you are. And pretending to be someone else, or pretending to feel other than you do is really dangerous and sad. Honesty is the only thing that’s sexy and raw and real about anybody. Of course I am not talking about pure lying liars, the kind of people who pretend to be teenage girls when they’re 62 year old truckers. That’s a whole different ballgame. I am talking about the people folding themselves into any shape that anyone else desires, like so much human origami. The people who might not even realize they’re doing it.
It makes me sad to think that’s the norm, so much so that people compliment me on my frankness. It also makes me realize (or remember) that I have shut myself off from most other people precisely because I can’t stand their false fronts. To those few of you who read my crap all the time - you are the people who are who you are whenever I see you, and that’s why I love you, and enjoy interacting with you. So hurrah for truth and the people who tell it, we are evidently a special breed.
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Small piece of advice, has zero to do with dating sites.
If ever you’re invited to lunch with a friend and one of their siblings, make sure you ask if any of it has to do with your low bullshit tolerance level. You may be a pawn to get said sibling to STFU once in a while.
I may blog about it /nod. Heidi knows all ‘b
And yeah, I think that’s one of our common denominators. What you see is what you get. You know, Elle said the same thing to me once. She was all surprised that I was the same person everywhere. I feel like that’s more of a statement about her than me, though, since she’s not really.
The lunch story was funny. :lol: