you can’t handle the truth

Well, looks like the old blogs are lost for good, boys and girls. I could be tempted to wax poetic and talk about “brand new starts”, but I don’t feel very sacchariny today. If I get sweet on top of wearing pink, I might as well just join the Oprah book club.

Belgium came and went, too laden with content and meaning to post in a public archive. I’ll post the pictures sometime soon though. Beautiful country, wonderful two weeks. Too wonderful, I’m thinking about moving. But that’s another story for another time.

I was thinking about a girl today, someone whom you could say was my twin in another life. I met her six years ago when I left a job to go to Asia. She was my replacement. We dropped out of acquaintance, until four years later when I started a job as a training materials developer. I was replacing someone who had left to go to Asia, and as I would later find out, that someone was her. To add another parallel, shortly after starting that job, I met NiceGuyAtTheOffice, with whom things soon seemed to be well on their way. Then I found out NiceGuyAtTheOffice had just been dumped by this girl leaving for Asia.

(Things never actually took off with NiceGuyAtTheOffice, by the way, as I met the charming T - that was two years ago).

What’s my point?

I was just thinking about a conversation she and I had one night, about how she felt life was simplest if you were governed by the simple principle of Living by the Truth. Have nothing to hide, deal openly with all. However, she was finding that to be difficult, as most people close to her just “couldn’t handle the truth”. Some seemed to prefer being lied to, somewhat. It seems to be my experience of late. The truth is often met with anger, vehemence, defensiveness.

Note to self: reward truth with understanding.

The girl now lives in Japan.

Well, off to swing…