I used to crave the truth so much that it was at times, an obsession.
I thought I had to have it all of the time.
I wasnt happy unless someone was continually spoon feeding it to me.
Now,I look back on those days and I realize I was never happy.
Truth doesent do it for me like I always wished it would
The older I get, the more accustomed I become to the taste of lies.
Sometimes they taste pretty good.
Now, I dont mean to advocate the use of lies.
However, relationships being the most abundant source, they inevitably create a surplus.
I eat them for breakfast.
Sprinkle them on my cereal. I know that youre thinking that it probably sounds awful.
Trust me, its not as bad as you think. In fact if you have been in contact with someone you love today theres a good chance that they slipped one or two in your coffee or packed them in your lunch.
Dont be alarmed. The worst part is over. The swallowing.
Truth is like sushi, its just not that great.
Some of it will make me gag.
Dont get me wrong, truth is in fact, an important part of our daily intake but when you always have to leave the house to get some day after day,it gets old fast.
It often costs more than you bargain for and it always comes with some crap you didnt ask for.
The most irritating result when receiving truth is that
it doesnt come assembled like you assumed when you ordered it.
More often than not, it comes to you in pieces; a little at a time.
Each piece worth less than the next, until you have them all in front of you.
Fuck, i hate putting these things together.........;)
Dorie arnaud.
