Truth Leads to Disasters
This is an HONEST man . . .
An old saying I happen to remember goes something like this: "nobody loves a liar and a truthful person is hated even worse."
This is a true saying if you stop to think about it.
When was the last time that you caught someone, maybe a close friend, in an out-and-out lie? Pretty rough scene, right? Lots of swearing, hands raised in the air to prove "your" accusations were wrong, and when the now-desperate lying was over, although you forgave the transgressor of the lie that hurt you, you could never look at them the same way. Ever.
That's the tough thing about lying. Either you are a good liar, or you suck at it. That's it. Plain and simple. You cannot be "kinda good" if you are planning an elaborate lie. You have to be able to tell the lie so convincing that even the late acting legend, Marlon Brando would be fooled. So you see, lying is not a weak person's arena.
I wish I could recall a counter-old saying about telling the truth. The only truth-related remark I can tell you is, "ye shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free," and the one who coined that phrase should know. It was Jesus who said this.
And He is right of course. Telling the truth is very liberating. Refreshing if you must go that far. But when we were children, didn't we play the "Adam and The Forbidden Fruit Game," when we were accused of a wrong, we instantly let Adam, husband of Eve, and his nature kick-in and start weaving a colorful-yet-believable lie in order to keep our behind's from being beaten? I did. Many times, and when I became an adult, I felt bad.
I can remember like it was yesterday, my dad telling me this statement, word-for-word, "if you (meaning "me") will just tell me (meaning "him") the truth, things will go easier for you, Kenny."
Yeah, dad. I didn't realize that I came into the world with "sucker" tattooed on my forehead.
I took him up on his advice. Once. I was with my buddies hanging-out in downtown Hamilton, Alabama, which is really the entire town, and time got away from me as it does to most teenager's. I was due back home at midnight, but made it home at 12:45 a.m. Heyu, 45 minutes isn't that big of a deal. The world didn't come to an end.
But when I walked into the living room, I knew that dad was upset. And somewhat angry for he had chain-smoked several Winston cigarettes. "Why the coming in late, Kenny? Come on. Be truthful," he said hoping that I would insult his intelligence by telling one of my "hide-saving" lies.
But I didn't. "some buddies and I were sitting around talking and honestly, I forgot what time it was. And dad, that is "the" truth," I said with evident-confidence.
"Well, tell ya' what, buddy," dad began. "for the next two weeks, you are grounded. No car. No friends and no talking to them on the phone," he added with the style of a proverbial "hanging judge" in those stereotypical southern-based films.
"But, dad," I stuttered. "you told me to tell the truth and things would go easier for me. Didn't you say that?" I argued with almost the skill and suave style as Perry Mason.
"well, Kenny, I believe you "were" telling the truth, but that doesn't excuse you for being 45 minutes late," he said with case won. Papers signed. Hands shook and court room cleared.
I never and I do mean never, figured out his logic for this punishment. After tell me if "I" told him the truth. Someday when I see him in Glory, I want to see what I missed in this one-sided decision."
That was "my" "Truthful Disaster."
Here are more "Truthful Disasters," that I'm sure that you will not only agree with, but relate to.
Can you imagine the anger, hatred and down-right resentment from a guy's hot, sexy girlfriend or wife if she asks him . . .
"honey, does this dress make my butt look big?" And the doofus answers, "you bet! You need a "wide load," sign to wear on your rump."
"do you think that waitress is sexy?" And the truthful-but-stupid man says, "are you kidding? I would trade you in right now just for a one-night stand with her."
"do you ever think of me when we are making love?" And another dork replies, "not really, dear. I love to fantasize about "Jo," the biker gal I saw last night on BRAVO."
"why are you late, "Bob?" Cold-hearted, truth-telling "Bob," instantly says without batting an eye, "I was with the guys in "Jams Gentleman's Club and you know what? This stripper, now what was her name? "Sally Fire," yeah, that was it. She and I got to talking about how neat it would be to have a quick-affair and tell you later."
"is my cooking really that bad?" The soon-to-be-starving hubby replies while he spits out a bite of her mashed potatoes, "bad? If this food was even "bad," I'd be happy. The convicts on "Death Row," eat better than this."
And can you imagine the anger, hatred and down-right resentment from a man or boyfriend when he asks his hot, sexy girlfriend or wife . . .
"am I your "best" lover?" And the honest-to-God female says,"best? Did you say "best?" I'd rate you on a scale of one to ten around a seven. "Mario, the assistant landscaper takes the number one slot with no problem."
"do you purposely dress sexy for me?" The never-lying woman states, "are you serious? I dress for "Jimmy," the beat cop who sees me drive up to my office parking lot everyday."
"when we are making love, what are you thinking about?" The loyal-to-the-truth female replies, "how I wish I were in Key West with my girlfriends drinking margarita's and chasing wild, sexy single college guys."
"why were you late three nights last week, working over?" Once again our easy-to-tell-the-truth woman answers, "working over? You must be the biggest clod on our block! I was having drinks with my boss, "Tom," who is recently-divorced and needs a woman to console him." "working over, that's a good laugh."
"had you rather spend a romantic weekend with me or Brad Pitt?" Without hesitation, the happy-to-be-honest lady replies, "Easy answer. Brad Pitt, of course. There is no way that "you" will ever be in his league."
I was fair. I presented five situations for both a man and a woman. And as you finish reading this, wouldn't you agree truthfully that . . .
"this is by far "the best," hub you have read in the last four days?"