The world according to me…

Truth is never wrong, right? Even the most hurtful revelations are cushioned by the simple fact that it was the truth. Children are raised to be honest. We are taught to tell the truth even when it could get us into a lot of trouble. Well, sometimes the trouble with honesty is the intention behind it.

He was honest in telling me about her. I would be in complete and utter blissful denial had he not shared his feelings for her with me. I should thank my lucky stars that I am blessed with a man who cares about me so much as to come clean with his indiscretions, right? No, I think not.

Sometimes I think that people are honest to absolve the guilt they shoulder with their misgivings. He told me the truth because he felt bad about what he did. He knew by telling me the truth it would make his blunder slighter. Sometimes, when people are "honest" with me, I can almost hear the weight lifting in their voices as the revelations unfold. Is the honesty really honest, when it is accompanied with relief? Isn’t that how it works? We get a lighter sentence or early parole if we confess to the crime, right?

The truth comes out sooner or later, so they say. So he chose the high road by taking control of when the truth comes to light. Does he deserve that control when it was prompted by guilt? How pitiful he must have felt for me as I gazed at him with adoring eyes whilst his heart longed for another.

In many cases, honesty is not a live-from-the-red carpet situation. It is more like prying your eyes open to the harsh reality. It is a visit from the ghost of the past. Honesty is an explanation offered why he wasn’t picking up his phone two weeks ago. Now you know he was "getting physical" with her. With such raw honesty, it then makes you question everything in that relationship. You start to dissect and scrutinize every unanswered call or late arrival until there is nothing left. It makes you wonder if there was ever a shred of truth. In fact, you probably conjured up the whole relationship. You and your imaginary relationship, right?

It doesn’t hurt any less because he was honest. He was honest not to spare my feelings but to secure his own karma. Sometimes, honesty is the most selfish thing a person can do. No, I do not want lies but nor do I want to be hurt for the sake of his conscience. Then again, my heart was mine to give away. How dare I complain about its mishandling?

What is about me that brings the truth in people? Why do they feel such an overwhelming desire to reveal those skeletons to me? Does my naivety arouse conscience in the most cruel of hearts? Does my hopeful nature bring out the feat in karma in the heartless? Either way they go on with their merry lives after a dose of honesty whiles I smart from the pains inflicted from the betrayal. No one ever said honesty didn’t come with a price tag…but whose account is it on?