The End

9/5/2008

The experiment is finished. I’ve decided that all those truth quotes i wrote at the beginning were all partly true. Telling the truth is good but it’s how you say things that is more important. I’ve learnt i don’t have to be so blunt with everyone.

There are still times where I’ve lied and i stand by those lies, telling the truth in some circumstances almost certainly make shit situations even worse. It has changed me. I don’t think I’m gonna slip back into the porky telling. I will stop laughing at bad jokes. I will not be afraid to complain at poor service. I will be honest about how I’m feeling. I won’t insult people with the truth. The main thing I’ve learnt though if you say something with humour it’s hardly ever taken the wrong way.

Your little brother is weird

9/5/2008

So yesterday with my broken foot i managed to step foot in the Monkey Puzzle pub again. She wasn’t working it was ok. My friend had bought her little brother down. Now these truths are slipping out my mouth.

The little brother was really strange. At 8 years old kids are strange. he kept saying really peculiar things. I piped up with, “Your little brother is really weird.” She replied with something along the lines of yeah i don’t really notice it anymore. Once i had said it. Everyone carried on with it. Like everybody had been thinking the same thing as me but nobody said it. The pink elephant in the middle of the room thing i guess. My one little comment had opened the flood gates for everybody else to comment on it. It felt a bit like bullying in the end though. I had to tell people to shut up.

How to fracture a bone gracefully

8/5/2008

So this a bit random. I went to the park yesterday and swing on some kids play things i managed to hit my foot on a metal pole. I told a little fib as everyone started to laugh at me. I told them it didn’t hurt and it was just the end of my shoe that made that noise. It was in fact the nones on the top of my foot. I woke up this morning and it was so swollen and i couldn’t walk on it. So i had to go to the hospital. Rubbish. A small fracture on the bone. They had no crutches because apparently my injuries not serious enough. But i did get a tubi-grip. It hurts like a mother-bitch. The funny part of this is that when i was in the hospital the doctor examining my foot asked in a stern and quite frankly shitty voice ‘and what did you expect playing on children’s play equipment?’ His brutal honesty terrified me, i was taken aback and did not know what to say. I have tasted my own medicine and it is sour!

On the plus hand i passed my shorthand test! Yay!

A genuine conversation

7/5/2008

So i met with my mate yesterday. She won’t mind me using her real name for this one. For some reason we got onto the topic of honesty. Think we were bitching about a friend who we’d really like to tell her her bad traits so she could actually get a boyfriend! she wonders why. We have the answers!

She decided she wanted to know what were her bad traits. Before she could even finish her sentence i blabbed about 15 things out. High maintenance, bad clothes, acts too motherly, uses to many analogy’s.. the lsit went on. She looked shocked at first then we just laughed. She said she founf it refreshing that someone else is pointing out things she hadn’t noticed in herself. She pointed a few out for me as well. Bossy, Nosy, judgemental. I knew most of them about myself. part of me feels hurt that someone has noticed this in me. Part of me thinks i knew all this and i still quite like those things about me so i’m not going to change.

The conversation has got me thinking, if everyone was honest with each other about their good and bad traits people would have a good idea about moving on other aspects of their life. Getting a bloke, Getting a job, Getting on with friends and family.

I know to tone down my judgemental attitude. As for the Nosiness…if i didn’t have that i wouldn’t want to be a journalist.

The Truth Drug

6/5/2008

yesterday i got drunk and was pleased that i was still aware of the rules of truth-fullness i set out for myself. Although i have a shit hangover today i am pleased with myself. I bumped into many an ex who i told them what i really thought of them. I would never have had the guts to do that before. They say alcohol is a truth drug. it certainly made this truth lark a lot easier. I then went on to tell one guy that i actually dumped him because i found his nose hair weird. He took it rather well. I’m not sure he heard properly, but at least i said it. I also told a girl she should put a top on because she looked a state.

To clear that bit up the club i went to is a rock club where over weight girls tend to take their tops off a lot. I’m all for the big girl but when people are laughing at her i couldn’t put up with that.

i managed to make friends with a person i had fallen out with a long time ago over a boy. It actually is really good to be honest. I do think that alcohol has a lot to do with it. People always see me as blunt and honest but that’s probably because they only see me when I’m out drinking. It’s nice to be able to get away with telling the truth and not have people looking at you like you’re a cow. Now Go away because i need some sleep and i may vomit at any point.

Does being honest mean being a bitch?

5/5/2008

Today i hung out with 2 really good friends. I thought it would be fun if they give me a make- over. I’m not a 5 year old. One’s a make up artist and the other a hair dresser. Friend1 suggested i put on her clothes. As i looked in her wardrobe i noticed a rail of hideous tops, skirts and hoodies. All of which looked like they were purchased at chavs r us. How do i be honest about this?

OK so here’s what i done. I turned it into a joke. saying that she needs to go shopping. How she’d lost so much weight she could get away with it. then backtracking and just saying they were’nt my style.

all 3 statements true. This might be the answer to lives truths.

1. Laugh about it. People know there’s always some truth to a joke.

2. Compliment. People take truth better in a shit sandwich.

3. Backtrack. If in doubt, use the phrase, well that’s just my opinion.

I also think different people take honesty better than others. Some people are happy in their ignorance. Is it up to me to ruin that? Some people think honesty’s a breath of fresh air. Friend 1 was happy that i didn’t like her clothes. turns out she hates mine. after a tea and a few glasses of wine it was if the flood gate was open and we both knew we could say more blunt things to each other without being offended. I don’t take criticism well but coming from someone i care about and put in a funny way i don’t seem to mind.

Today has also been better with the boy. I’m much more aware of what I’m saying. I think i went through the stage of not caring what i said but that’s unrealistic. I do care enough not upset anyone. He loves me again. Yay!

Arguments arise

4/5/2008

I think The Boy is cottoning on. We are arguing a lot more. Partly because i’m refusing to bite my tongue. Maybe i’m going a bit over the top with the honesty. I wanted to be truthfull not brutal. He says i’ve changed. I’m always outspoken but apparently i’m being mean. I feel rubbish. I didn’t intend to change the person i am. I thought it would go unnoticed but clearly i’m taking this a bit too far. Maybe i’m using this truth thing to say things that have pent up for ages. I don’t know. I just feel sad and a bit ashamed of myself.

The In-Laws reaction

3/5/2008

So I’ve noticed the past few days that The Boys parents are being absolutely lovely to me. I’d like to put this down to what a great person i am but they weren’t that happy with me before. I first noticed this 2 days ago when The Boys dad was telling another rubbish joke. This time i didn’t laugh. A big thing for me. I try to come across that i don’t give a shit what other people think of me but getting on with the parents of someone you love is quite important to me. So usually I’d laugh at his rubbish jokes. This time as we were all sat round the kitchen table where we drink and smoke i decided not to laugh. He looked at me for a reaction. Noting came. To my surprise, The Boys mum laughed hysterically. They had all found it amusing that i didn’t laugh. The silence after the joke was penetrable. The laugh came at just the right moment and we continued to all talk about how rubbish his jokes are. Something i have in common with his mum apparently.

I often try to hide The Boy and I’s arguments from his parents but I’ve decided not to. I speak up when he says something stupid. I heard his Mum talking saying she thinks ‘its cute when they argue’.

Another good day for telling the truth and being honest. This might work out to be the best thing I’ve ever done. Also got an invite to The Boys dad’s birthday meal out of it. Good work honesty!

Being honest with yourself

2/5/2008

I had the worst day ever today. A shorthand lesson. Now it’s not that I’m not good at shorthand or any slower than other people. When we started i understood it a lot quicker than others. The problem is that i missed a whole bunch of lessons and now our tests have started. If we don’t pass today we get a test the next week and the week after. If we don’t pass them we can’t go on to next year. Sucks. So basically i fail. Instead of making a joke out of it like i usually do to hide people from my disappointment i just start crying. All this honesty is getting to much. I can see our teacher coming towards me and asks me if I’m OK. To my Surprise she was really nice about it and helped me quite a bit. If i hadn’t of cried i don’t think she would have paid as much attention to me and given me some help. Still feel down.

I’ve just got back from my friends house and after listening to me go on and on about all my problems i feel a little better. This is unlike me as well. I’m a listener i don’t tend to bang on about my issues. I’d rather help somebody else with their problems. It felt good to get everything i was worried about out in the open. Note to self. Must do this more often.

Times when you have to lie

1/5/2008

So today i popped into uni to visit some friends and work on an essay. I had to go see our course leader as i needed some help on the essay. Lets call him Mike Stiller. So Mike had said how’s all your work going and straightaway before i had even thought about lies ran off my lips. Discussing how I’m probably doing better than most of the people that turn up for lessons. Oh Dear! Not exactly truthful. I couldn’t say well to be honest Mike I’ve hardly done anything and I’m definitely going to fail my shorthand. I didn’t want to worry him. In a way i didn’t want him to think less of me. I like to be regarded as a little geek. I do enjoy working hard and getting good grades but with so much going on for me this year Uni work has been the last thing on my mind.

So another fib. I’m not doing very well today. It’s not like if i was giving up on smoking. They don’t do a patch to quit lying!