I don’t have any patience with liars. Well that is not true because Steve was a liar and I loved him anyway But as a rule I have a problem with it. I want to know the truth I told the truth and got into trouble as a result. My friends would lie knowing I knew that they were lying and I did not respect them after. They did not care . I cared. I still care. I have a lot of examples of many things that happened but too numerous to write about today lying is expected but my problem has increased and I don’t think it will change
Now I am not bragging On the contrary.and when I told my kids the truth they assumed I was lying.
A theme throughout? Yes I guess. And I know how people started and now are living a lie. And dying in the lie. Why do I care? I just do. I care. I matter and I want to surround myself with people like I am. I want to create a safe haven in Paris for my people
I want people to own up to the truth before they die.
I am particularly concerned about a friend who is the DaughterJh of a an alcoholic and beautiful school teacher and she married the son of a dirt farmer who wanted to be a plantation owner so he saved his money and bought one. Crooked. his wife was chattel but she bought the lie and she now lives the lies. No harm done. AND, No happy ending. No honor thy mother and father . Just greed
I have not always been truthful but usually I find it easier to remember the truth and get mixed up with a lie. Have I been living a lie? What harm does it do? None., but I don’t like that person ., I want him her to admit it.,who cares about you. I care
I would climb from the back door steps onto a cherry tree nearby and yell to my mother and she would look at me sitting on a limb of the cherry tree and freak out . She made me get down and I just wanted her approval and praise . And when I heard that George Washington had cut one down and could not tell a lie, I freaked. I LOVED that cherry tree. SO, I could not ever tell a lie. You figure it out but somehow it made sense to me and after that I just wanted people to tell me the truth.
No way.and now it is worse than ever. I don’t have the time to fact check. Or the desire. So I must deal with my problem.
AND NOW SOME (NOT)FUNNIES
THAT’S ALL, FOLKS!