Being honest puts you in the distinct minority
This is an entry on dating, despite how it may come across.
George Orwell once said that In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
Had a particularly bad night of insomnia the other night so I wrote and surfed the web.
Came across several people on my social network feed that posted the above image and read about how one kid’s brutally honest email was so jarringly unique that it’s appearing everywhere, including this blog.
It reminded me of an entry I wrote earlier titled What you think is true, what you hope is true, and what is actually true.
Can’t tell you how many people I’ve blocked on FB and elsewhere because of their steady stream of willful ignorance. The liberals are always so angry, the conservatives are always so outraged. And I’m so tired.
Not so much because what they say are so ridiculously stupid, rather, that they believe it so wholeheartedly.
Just today, a handful of my liberal friends are ranting that water should be free and my conservative friends are ranting that if everyone had a gun, the would would be safer.
When I was out and about, people always asked me my advice on dating – after all, I’m a clumsy, old, short, balding, Chinese dude, yet I never had any issues meeting people.
Her: (non·plussed) You meet people every weekend? I don’t believe that.
Me: (shrugging) It’s true.
Her: Who’d you meet this weekend?
Me: You.
The answer I gave was always this: be honest. Brutally honest – to yourself and those around you.
Girl at a bar: Guys are always hitting on me because of how I look.
Me: Well, it’s hard to see your personality from two feet away. Although at this distance, I’m still on the fence.
Because people crave the truth, even if they don’t like the truth.
On that note, in honor MLK day, I’ll end with a quote from him: Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.
This was an entry on dating interpersonal relationships, despite how it may have come across.
And now back to work.
Mood: waking up
Music: I remember melodies of songs we used to sing.
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