Everyone has a different personality.
Everyone has a different outlook on life.
Everyone handles their issues in their own unique way.
I understand this completely.
I have my own eccentric ways.
I sometimes don't even understand myself.
However, I try to be true to myself and others.
What you see is what you get.
That's why I feel sad when I find out people aren't what they present. To find out someone lives "two lives" is a really strange feeling: a weirdness that is hard to explain - an affair that damages a friendship.
Maybe it's the information super highway, and we learn too much about each other.
Maybe it's because nothing is held sacred and secret any more, or maybe it's just because etiquette and manners are becoming as obsolete as chicken teeth.
But, in the last few months, I have found that the secret lives that people live will ultimately come out...like a werewolf sighting during the night of the full moon. And it's just as scary.
I don't want the things I find out about my friends to affect the way I feel about them.
A word to us all...either keep that skeleton shoved so far back into the closet no one ever knows it is there but God, or get the boney thing out and put it in the garbage.
My goal is to have a life that is true. True to God, myself, my family, my friends, strangers and mere acquaintances. I want to have one true color that won't surprise my friends. Sometimes boring truly is nice.
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