I can't stop thinking about honesty.
The fact that I hate liars.
I always tell the truth, no matter who it hurts.
Why are so many people terrified of honesty, and the people who deliver it?
I don't want to brag (not that many find it admirable) but I'm a walking open book. You ask me something, you're going to get the answer.
I honestly (no pun intended) can't imagine life any other way.
And what happened to the importance of honesty in this world? In or out of the newsroom, in relationships, with yourself. Am I the only one who thinks honesty must conquer all? I can't stress it enough: I'd rather be have the wind knocked out of me by the truth than stabbed in the back by lies.
Maybe that's just me.
But if you're going to ask me something, you can't expect me to make up a white lie or even try to sugar coat it for ya. Life is too short for that, and I've got movin' on to do. Maybe that's why I'm the way I am.
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