Why I say what I say, and Why I mean what I say
Folks, the last 2 days have been filled with arguments ranging from the foolish to the down right wrong, but I have maintained myself and my position on these subjects.
I don’t lie about how I feel.
Most cannot handle the brutal honesty I bring to the table, and they leave after they’ve used me for whatever purpose I’ve served. But they don’t know the full story.
In 2004, I was living in a room not much bigger than a closet, in a mold covered house, poverty stricken, with no friends, and enemies all around me. My father, the moron that he was, had done some terrible things, and lied to not only the law, but to his own family. This continued on for a long, long time. But during that time in that space, I made a promise to myself.
I promised I would always tell the truth, and I would face the consequences, no matter what they were.
When someone you want to trust lies to you all the time, it instills a sense of righteousness within you. You want to redeem others by redeeming yourself, proving that you are not the liar the other person is.
I am far away from what my Dad is, and was. I tell the truth with brutal efficiency, and it usually gets me into trouble. But so be it. I am not afraid of speaking my mind, and if it means I lose friends, make enemies, and generally disgust others, then that is how it must be.
I will not compromise my personal beliefs for the sake of my personal well being. Sure, I will lie to protect others, but that is different. And when it comes to creativity, new ideas, and thoughts, I am always open.
Sometimes, the unpopular opinion or decision is the right one. I am the personification of this ideal. One day, I’m sure, you’ll understand what I mean, but for now, I shall continue as I have been; being Henry.