Till death do us part
Ha. Today’s thought for the day says,
Honesty is not something to flirt with. We must be married to it.
Ever wonder who is responsible for these assorted thoughts and facts and jokes that find their way into my posts? A man, that’s who. Someone I’ve known for close to 8 years now. Never met. 8 years back there weren’t blogs (not in my world, any way). Go figure.
Now coming back….isn’t it amazing how what he has to say to me, so closely mirrors something I’ve been thinking of – either to contradict or add to it? After my week of ranting on the paternal habits of human beings and other animals now honesty is the flavour of this week.
Ah, so I’ve dallied with pretence…the image of an Ogleworthy Girl but I find I’m returning, willy-nilly. Hell, I’m not just married to my honesty, I’m in till death do us part, for seven lifetimes….a belief by any other religion is the same.
Sitting across the ocean, a few hours ahead of me, in a city of delights available for the taking, he described the lack of apparel on the waitress of the restaurant he was in. And added,
So what do you think I should do now?
Committment isn’t a piece of paper. It’s a state of mind.
I have no idea what he did next and I have no desire to know. If he didn’t stay true, nothing can change that – once is more than never and after that nobody’s counting. If he did, well, nothing more to be said there, either, is there?
Honesty isn’t like a tree falling in a forest with no one to hear it. One more platitude – character is who you are in the dark. So finally, when it comes down to it, it doesn’t change a whit, what anyone else tells you to do, what you say or do to someone else.
All that matters is what you tell yourself.