Honesty is trust. It is pure. It is the only true way to be with someone.
I may be a jerk. I may be an asshole. But I am not a liar. Not when it’s important anyway. I tell lies to myself and lies to others to spare their feelings, or if they wouldn’t believe the truth. I suppose that does make me a liar to those I don’t care about.
That’s a better statement I don’t lie to those I care about or want to care about. I have never lied to a potential lover. There should never be any doubt in their minds as to what I want. I don’t want a relationship, I don’t want strings attached. All I want is a good time.
Honesty is how you heal. It is the basis of every interaction you should form that is lasting. One lie here, one lie there and soon you’ll be lying to them about everything. If something makes them look fat tell them as nicely as possible. If you don’t like something don’t say you do it will bite you in the ass.
Without honesty, I would still be a small frightened child waiting for his mother to come back. And now many years later that’s not even a possibility, my mother is dead. I watched her die a horrible death and I could do nothing to stop it. I hated her then, and I hate her now, but I still wouldn’t wish her death. And definitely not one like that.