Brutal Honesty

19 10 2013

What does it mean to be Brutally Honest? If you ask were to ask a teenager he may tell you brutal honesty is cutting or mean. Something that hurts or that is witty or sarcastic I believe that for you and I Brutal should mean cutting, perhaps even deep. Let me give you an example.

On my way to work in the mornings I often stop at a local gas station/fast food grill that makes breakfast sandwiches and burritos I really enjoy getting a cherry Pepsi, and a bacon burrito, it costs $4.63. My wife and I have an open spending policy it goes like this, we are allowed to spend money whenever we want to, but we tell each other, no hidden transaction.

So what do no hidden transactions and a $4.63 breakfast have to do with brutal honesty? Many mornings although there is no problem with me purchasing my burrito I know she thinks its funny (she wouldn’t eat a burrito from a gas station grill, even though it is delicious… one of my vices in this life.)  So here is how it goes instead of telling her about my consumption of the said burrito; regularly my choice is to put off discussing it with her, then I will tell her, every few weeks, or monthly. So, I was justified, Right? I mean I was being honest? Wasn’t I? I would tell her. Of course if there was something valiant I did like warding off the advances of a mob of attractive women or anything courageous I am sure to tell her as soon as I see her. Why then does it take so long to tell her when I am not so noble? So here is my resolution – which I have been following for 3 weeks already, I will be brutally honest. Every time I feel that little twinge of panic like I want to run and hide from something I will push deeper (that is the brutal part) and I will be honest. I love how  Mark Twain put it “If you tell the truth you don’t have to remember anything.” ~Mark Twain that is who I will be.





Human Tragedy

11 08 2009

I think the greatest tragedy of human life is when we give up on ourselves before we have a chance for Greatness. You see, when we were young we all had goals. We all had dreams of being someone; maybe a Superhero, a Policeman, a Doctor, or even a Fireman. Then, as we grew older we changed. We let go of the dream of helping each other, or of achieving something unique. We resign our lives to paying the bills, figuring out how to keep food on the table, and just getting by.