Posts Tagged ‘Truth’

Sometimes You Just Can’t Catch A Break

May 16, 2018

When I was a kid, my dad used to gripe constantly when we went to someplace like a theme park, so I promised myself I wouldn’t do that when I became a father.  And I’ve kept that promise.

Now when I go to a theme park, I get to listen my son’s constant griping . . .

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The “Olfactory” Of The Matter, You Might Say

September 28, 2017

Today I find myself vaguely amused at the disparity in how my Tuesday entry (which I got a variety of positive feedback regarding) was received when compared to my Wednesday entry (which went without any responses whatsoever).  I wasn’t surprised by this though.  Tuesday’s entry was deliberately positive and pithy, but I knew there was a point that could be easily overlooked, hence Wednesday’s entry.

To spell it out, to me the important part of Tuesday’s entry was “what you believe about yourself, true or not, will have the greatest effect on you.”  I’ve known wonderful people who had been convinced they were terrible people, and I’ve also known people who, if they had even an ounce of talent, they kept it hidden extremely well, but their belief in their own non-evident greatness could sustain them through anything.  It’s just . . . impressive how much belief can affect a person.

But knowing the truth about yourself will serve you better in the long run, and the fact of the matter is that sometimes the truth stinks, but it’s better to be able to smell it because otherwise you won’t know you need to change.

Truth Often Lies Hidden, Lies Often Hide The Truth

February 19, 2016

When seeking truth, it’s vital to keep in mind that truth oftentimes sounds ridiculous until examined more closely, but all but the most blatant of falsehoods tend to be carefully crafted to sound ever so plausible . . .

Sometimes The Truth Is Just Disappointing

May 4, 2015

It’s been an unusually quiet day around here today (I’m writing this early Sunday evening to free up my schedule for tomorrow), and I find myself feeling pensive over how often we tend to lie, particularly when we’re younger, and even more particularly about sex.  Everybody seems to have a “first time” story, and if there’s one common thread, especially among males in this culture, it’s that it was always “Great!” . . . provided, of course, that the audience is large enough to require such a sentiment.

Not to imply that many people’s first times aren’t, in fact, great, but over the years I started to notice just how differently the story could be told if the telling was private enough.  For the record, my own first time was significantly less than great.  She was more “experienced” than I was, but those experiences hadn’t been very positive ones, so we both ended up muddling through things more out of some mutual sense of obligation than any actual desire.  Yes, things got better with practice . . . a lot better, but that first time?

Meh.

Well . . . They’re NOT!

September 5, 2014

Last night I was sent out for a quick provisions run, and L’s Mother once again found an empty dessert pie box in among the grocery bags.  And once again, I expressed my “mystification” about how I keep ending up with those empty boxes whenever I end up going out for a grocery run that I don’t particularly feel like doing.

“Well,” she said after a moment.  “I hope nobody’s charging you for any empty boxes.”

I assured her that nobody was.

If She Needed To Learn That, I’m Glad It Was Him Who Taught Her

June 27, 2014

Today I’ve found myself thinking about Tim again. Specifically, I’ve found myself thinking about how much I owe him.

Even more specifically, I’ve found myself thinking about how much I owe him for teaching L’s mother the important lesson that she should not accidentally kick people in the knee . . .

Yep

February 27, 2014

The other day Lala asked one of her friends how parenthood was treating him.  His response?

“I’m tired all the time!”

The Hard Truth

January 14, 2013

The most insidious lie isn’t the lie that mixes in enough truth to make the lie believable, nor is it the lie that sounds like it’s true; the most insidious lie is the lie that you want to believe.

Yep

September 24, 2012

I once heard someone say that a pair of new parents were going to “enjoy every second” of the adventure that was before them.  Admittedly, I love the sentiment, but having recently undertaken even a fraction of the responsibilities of a parent, I will be the first to state that no, no, they will NOT enjoy every second.  There will be sleepless nights, doubts, second-guesses, worries (both real and imagined), unanswered questions, and mountains of diapers.  But what I think the person meant to say was an encouragement to remember the parts of parenthood that you DO enjoy, because that’s what makes every one of those bad things worthwhile.

– Shamefully (but with permission) stolen from Lala’s Facebook status