The Splendid Bullshit
My whole life, I have had a tendency to tell it like is. Not in a way meant to hurt anyone’s feelings — I’m down with the kind white lies regarding bad haircuts, fat pants and horrible boyfriends, but for the big stuff I’m all about honesty. Sometimes brutal. This is a conversation that has occurred innumerable times over the past decade:
Trixie: *Vulgarity-filled rant*
Onlooker: Whoa! Tell us what you really think. Don’t hold back. har har.
This is not really working. The world is full of mendacity and the slinging of bullshit. Yeah! That’s a GREAT idea. I’m TOTALLY on board with that. And the bullshitters rack up success and respect as I look on thinking What. The. Fuck.
So. I am done with honesty.
Henceforth I shall spew happy crap, blow smoke up idiot ass, and smile like I mean it.
It shall be splendid indeed.