I am an honest person. I can’t help it, I had the lies beaten out of me as a child. I have no poker face. I wish I did.
If we are friends and we go clothes shopping together and you try on something that looks bad on you and you ask me what I think. I will tell you the truth, but in the nicest way I can, maybe something like; “You know, I think we can still find something much better.”
I may not be brutally honest, I don’t want to hurt you, but I most likely won’t lie.
So, a couple of weeks ago when I was visiting the big city with my children we were walking around downtown and we passed a street beggar. Nothing unusual for the city except that he had this very honest sign set out next to his coin collecting hat; “Need money for weed.”
Really? I mean, really? How can I give you money for that? One of my kids said, “I guess you have to admire his honesty.” Do I? I don’t think so. Somehow in front of my kids I think I would have preferred a lie of omission.
What do you think?