I order my usual spicy eggplant entrée and vegetable stuffed wontons from our local P.F. Changs with the hope of getting home quickly to indulge in this Asian cuisine. I tell the hostess my name, she leaves and returns shortly with my meal in hand, and as I give her my card to pay she asks, “How long have you been a vegetarian?” Without skipping a beat I reply, “Two months.” She encourages me, “It gets easier.” I simply nod and smile as I leave the restaurant. Seems to be a normal interaction between strangers; however, I am no vegetarian. Truth be told it wouldn’t have been unlikely if there was a Slim Jim wrapper lying on my car floor. I lied point blank to this sweet girl, who most likely was only making small talk and couldn’t care less whether I was eating BBQ or celery that evening. So, why did I lie? Was I afraid to disappoint the hostess with the truth that I was in fact a “meat eater?” Was I being lazy and felt the need of explaining decisions regarding my diet if speaking the truth? Without performing psychoanalysis on myself, I felt a bit disturbed how quickly this false information escaped from my lips.
We try to project the assumed expectations of those around us back to them, and more often than not fall short; for those very “expectations” are always somewhat skewed if not completely false. We go through our lives trying to carry out these certain notions, and I ask, “For what or whom?”
We are all scared shitless of being ourselves fearing rejection, that we begin to lose the raw characteristics that make us...us!
People crave honesty. That’s what you want, right? Sure, it isn’t pain free, but what life worth living is? Life is about love. Love is rooted in honesty; you can’t have one without the other.
“Being honest may not get you a lot of friends, but it will always get you the right ones.” –John Lennon