Honesty
Hmmm.... Honesty What happened to it?
I mean I was brought up in the late 60's and 70's. Born in '62. My parents were normal, not conservative, maybe a lil on the hippy-ish side, but not hard core. I was a only child, both worked, seemed fairly common of a scenario then. Brief religious introduction, but minimal follow up to that since they believed I should and would find my own path when I needed to. A sound childhood, I think in retrospect; I felt loved and was taught to express love, and to be a good person. Seems that being Honest was a foundation of that.
This isnt some waxing nostalgic babble, if that's what your thinking. I'm getting there, laying the foundation.
I believe the root cause to my problems are selfishness; my darn ego, or mind, we'll call it, seems bent on filtering all input through a filter of "What's in it for me?" "What is this gonna cost me?" "When am I gonna get my fair share?" waaa~
It's a annoying "feature" of my mind, and it causes the bulk of my pain. I do practice self inventory, or a taking a third person's view of my thought life, in a crude attempt to reel in the frequent, imminient train wrecks. It doesnt often prevent the pain, but it cetainly does help lessen the crash. When I remeber to practice it. ^.^
I get a regular chuckle, when a conversation about Honesty comes up, most folks state plainly, even confidently, that they are honest people. It's like the person that will tell you they are humble. roflmao
Honesty is one of those, in todays psycho-babble terms, "onions". So many layers to honesty. It takes alot of practice and determination to really be honest, at least from my experience, alot. Luckily, it does slightly, slightly I said, get a smidgeon easier the more I practice it. But man, I don't mind telling you, the hardest Honesty to achieve is with people, especially about my feelings.
Every morning that I end up being late for work, even if its only 3 mins, all the way there, my mind is whirling, conjuring excuses. I have to constantly re direct it, remind myself so to speak, to just be honest. I didn't get off the computer when I should, I took that extra snooze button push, I played too long with my "girls" - ( 2 female Cats that honor me with their presence, Gracie and Silky Racer, the Minion of Doom ). The entire process of the on-goin justification is exhausting.
I don't know about you, but its hard to listen to others not be Honest with me. You see, My Soul Knows the Truth. My gut reacts to dishonesty, alarms go off.
My gut goes off every time I am exposed to the latest propaganda message. Conservatives. Liberals. Every one 's got a self interest veiled in the message somewhere. Every once in awhile, it builds up and I need to rant, to vent the pressure, so I came here...
Hmmm... I wonder what my self interest is behind this blog? =^.^=
I mean I was brought up in the late 60's and 70's. Born in '62. My parents were normal, not conservative, maybe a lil on the hippy-ish side, but not hard core. I was a only child, both worked, seemed fairly common of a scenario then. Brief religious introduction, but minimal follow up to that since they believed I should and would find my own path when I needed to. A sound childhood, I think in retrospect; I felt loved and was taught to express love, and to be a good person. Seems that being Honest was a foundation of that.
This isnt some waxing nostalgic babble, if that's what your thinking. I'm getting there, laying the foundation.
I believe the root cause to my problems are selfishness; my darn ego, or mind, we'll call it, seems bent on filtering all input through a filter of "What's in it for me?" "What is this gonna cost me?" "When am I gonna get my fair share?" waaa~
It's a annoying "feature" of my mind, and it causes the bulk of my pain. I do practice self inventory, or a taking a third person's view of my thought life, in a crude attempt to reel in the frequent, imminient train wrecks. It doesnt often prevent the pain, but it cetainly does help lessen the crash. When I remeber to practice it. ^.^
I get a regular chuckle, when a conversation about Honesty comes up, most folks state plainly, even confidently, that they are honest people. It's like the person that will tell you they are humble. roflmao
Honesty is one of those, in todays psycho-babble terms, "onions". So many layers to honesty. It takes alot of practice and determination to really be honest, at least from my experience, alot. Luckily, it does slightly, slightly I said, get a smidgeon easier the more I practice it. But man, I don't mind telling you, the hardest Honesty to achieve is with people, especially about my feelings.
Every morning that I end up being late for work, even if its only 3 mins, all the way there, my mind is whirling, conjuring excuses. I have to constantly re direct it, remind myself so to speak, to just be honest. I didn't get off the computer when I should, I took that extra snooze button push, I played too long with my "girls" - ( 2 female Cats that honor me with their presence, Gracie and Silky Racer, the Minion of Doom ). The entire process of the on-goin justification is exhausting.
I don't know about you, but its hard to listen to others not be Honest with me. You see, My Soul Knows the Truth. My gut reacts to dishonesty, alarms go off.
My gut goes off every time I am exposed to the latest propaganda message. Conservatives. Liberals. Every one 's got a self interest veiled in the message somewhere. Every once in awhile, it builds up and I need to rant, to vent the pressure, so I came here...
Hmmm... I wonder what my self interest is behind this blog? =^.^=
posted by Anonymous at 2:36 PM
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I love people who tell on themselves, for whatever reason that may be.
Thank you!
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