I remember when I was a child. I would do something wrong and Mommy would say,"If you tell me the truth boy, I won't punish you." I would tell her the truth and get punished anyway. Maybe not whooped, but definitely punished. It was quite puzzling to me. Why? If I did the right thing, by telling the truth, why was I punished? The concept of telling the truth puzzled me when I was a child and continues to puzzle me.
I remember when I was dating a young lady, she told me, "If you tell me about the other girl you've been seeing, and tell me the truth, we'll talk and continue to see one another." I told her the truth to the smallest detail. She dropped me like a bad habit.
I remember again the time a State Trooper pulled me over and asked, "Do you know how fast you were going?" I told him with the utmost sincerity and truthfulness, "Around 88 miles per hour." He gave me a ticket for 88 miles per hour.
There was also the time when an ex-friend asked me about how I thought his fiancee looked? I told him with the truthfulness only a friend could understand or I thought could comprehend. I said to him, "She's fuckin ugly and I think you could do much better than her. Shiiit!" He eventually married her but he hasn't spoken with me since that second.
The Truth always seems to get me into trouble. Most of the time negativeness only comes out of telling someone the truth. People don't seem to want the truth. They would prefer lies. Which would be more pacifying and a hell of a lot less trouble. Yeah, no one wants the truth.
And that's...The Truth!
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