A popular saying that has a true meaning. A lot of the time, people demand the truth from others, since the satisfaction of not being in the lurch is sure to make them feel better than anything that is actually being said. However, once they know the truth, it seems fit that they scurry away and pretend that they never heard it in the first place. Oh how I love hypocrisy. 

The sad thing is, I’m just as guilty of it as anyone else. I have been known to seek out the truth, and return completely dissatisfied with what I have discovered. Then again, I’m an extremely paranoid person, so most of the time, the truth ends up being better than I expect. But I’m a messed up person, and shouldn’t be considered a constant representative of the majority. 

I bring this up because I have had a number of ugly incidents concerning the damn ‘truth’ over the past couple of weeks. People opening up, people giving warnings, and people just letting things slip every now and again. I’ve even been threatened with what people believe is the ‘truth’. No, not blackmail, but something slightly more sinister. And, to obviously solve one problem, a truth must be matched with a truth. Therefore, it only makes sense that I present what I have on the table. After all, what else can the power of control over a blog for one day with a limited audience be used for except to proclaim such truths every now and again? So here comes my public statement. If this means nothing to you, then excuse me. If this does mean something to you, then you’ll understand what I’m saying.

I’m a flawed person. We’re all flawed people. Everyone has their mistakes, and – not to isolate other religions by stating this – we must all take up our cross and bear these errors of judgement in life. And I am prepared to do so. Through a folly that was not my own to begin with, I have been reduced to a source of scandal that I fear may do some damage. I hope to find that most of you are confused with what I am saying. Because you don’t really know what’s happening. That’s good, I like this. And I don’t intend on telling you, as that is a truth for another day. But what I will say is, talk what ever the hell you want. I give you a free pass to judge me as you will. After a pleasant chat the other day, I have decided that I am willing to accept the position in life that I seem to be doomed to take on. And I think that’s a fair bit more than a lot of people are prepared to do, don’t you? 

Indeed, I’m learning to move on. Let the wrath of whatever may come attack. Because, the other night I was thinking over it, and I thought desperately of how to act. And each time I thought of solution, it lead to “How?” and then, “I don’t know.” So I picked up the phone, and thought about who to call. And then I came with a sudden realisation: I had people to call. And I think I still would. Even if whatever harsh attack was thrown at me, I still feel as if I could pick up the phone. In addition, I think that’s all I need for this. The people you love are the most vital thing in the world.

That comes onto my next topic: those you love. I care deeply about the close people in my life, and they will always know this. And yes, I’ve recently been severely hurt by what I felt was a foul return of said affections. Humiliated, patronised and very well betrayed, I think it’s safe to say that it’s been a bumpy ride. But that’s the harsh truth in life: people hurt you. If you can say that you have always picked right, that you have never been scarred by a friend, or that you have never done so yourself, then you’re lying. People hurt other people. Who knows why, and I care not to ask, not wishing for the human race to belittle itself any further. But I know this much now. The people who you love and who love you will not always been your guardian angel. The people who know you the best can hurt you the most. But they come back, if they want to. If you really think that a good friend cares deeply about the friendship, then you should expect them to return. If not, then that’s another pain in life I’m willing to take. 

The truth hurts on the most part, ladies and gentlemen. It’s rare that you really find a ‘good truth’. One the won’t hurt somebody, or cause anguish. But they exist. The person on the other side of the room who’ll never say, ‘I love you’; the first people who realise that you made it; or just that one human who wants to know if they’ll ever have to guys to admit that they’re sorry. I know I’m guilty of all of these are more. 

So there seems to be a more sombre post for this week. You’ll have to excuse me for that – it just seems to be in my mood. Have a pleasant weekend, everyone, and I’ll be back next week. 

Aim For Next Week: Tell any ‘good truth’ you can think of. It can be quick and painless, but I think we all need a few nice surprises in our immediate future. Agreed?