I like to know the score. Am I winning? Losing? Am I on the right team? Am I sitting on the bench?
This metaphor could go on and on.
But what I’m trying to say is that I appreciate straightforward people. When I was young and timid, those kind of brash people scared me. I never knew what they might say. I assumed every stink-eye was directed at me. But now I’ve grown to appreciate people who are exactly what they seem to be, through and through. I like even the cranky straightforward person, the one who cannot mince words or sugarcoat a thing.
I do not like someone to smile at me and shake my hand while plotting against me. Or even just pretending to be my friend.
So, when I find myself the victim of a murky situation because a fake person misled me, I get a little annoyed.
I am even more perturbed when said fake person is regarded with much acclamation by a lot of other people. I feel crazy, pointing and muttering, “The emperor has no clothes!”
That is all.
Have a nice weekend. I’ll be at the soccer field trying to stay dry.