the truth about honesty
I’m an honest person. And when I say that I’m an honest person, I mean that I’m specifically honest. If you have a conversation with me, I will tell you just about anything if steered in the right direction, even if it’s something you didn’t need to know. (especially the things you shouldn’t know...)
But sometimes I feel it is necessary to lie when asked a direct question, or when you think the negative outcome of telling the truth is far worse than the implications caused by the lie. For example, if you’re my best friend, and you ask me: “Does my outfit look good? Like, be honest!” (most of my friends don’t speak this way. i’m just a dramatic loser.)
What should I say? Personally, our styles are just about as far apart on the spectrum as they could get. I could tell you I don’t like it, but what good would come of that? You’d be upset with me, and you’d probably never wear that top again. And you really loved that top. Instead, I’ll say:
“Seriously cute. Love. Where’d you get that top?” Because you’re really only asking me to reassure your decision, and want to have positive feedback. I don’t want to upset my friend, and I certainly hope you keep wearing that top. -kaitlyn grace
**this is what happens after 2am when I can’t go to sleep, even though I really shouldn’t still be awake. My day starts in less than 4 hours. night tumblr!
