The definition of truth is: a verified or indisputable fact, proposition, principle, or the like. So the definition is easy, how about the application. I read a line from Dr. Tom Osborne’s book “On Solid Ground“ about how thin the veil of common courtesy has become. Is it ok to be rude when your being honest. Does the truth transcend the delivery. The older I get the less patience I have for those who don’t follow the rules. So when someone cuts in line, shouldn’t they hear the truth. When a motorist shows bad form wouldn’t a “sign” of my dissent be appropriate.
When 20 million illegal aliens don’t pay taxes should at least one elected official not suffering from lack-o-sack sound the call. My mother told me that I was not put on earth to be the truth police. I am not so sure. I think that whether you want to hear it or whether you need to hear it can be subjective. So when is it right.
If your wife asks you whether her jeans make her ass look big well, choose wisely, the consequences could be dire. Do all women think they’re asses are too big. Surely we can find one that thinks her butt is perfect and her drivers license photo is good. I digress, but I do feel a tangent coming on. So do all fat people need to hear that the diet coke isn’t working, and should we tell smokers that were tired of paying inflated health care premiums because they can’t stop spinning the chamber of the russian roulette pistol.
When I was a tad younger I used the slang term for a mouth-hug in the presence of a “lady”. The appropriate response should have been to call myself a pig and beg forgiveness. Appalled at my vernacular, she proceeded to bash my existence. Truthfully I felt it necessary to remind her that I had only uttered the term and that surely she was more knowledgeable than I at the physics involved. Once again recognition for me came too late and her attitude really sucked after that.
Is a vanilla lie ok and a chocolate city better (Ray)? So size does matter and yes honey your mustache is thicker than mine. You are not challenged, or have special needs, your retarded, ugly and stupid. Can we really say those things? Maybe, does your definition of the truth allow for days filled with kindness and benevolence and also give you a pass to be an ass. I didn’t know but apparently you can be rude and use profanity if you don’t kiss your mother with that mouth.
I’m still confused, should I tell the truth or temper my remarks so as not to be rude. Should I call Dr. Tom. Some of us will continue to struggle with the when and how, doling out truth and lies when necessary. I wonder if Mom’s still up..