I am honest to a fault about what I’m feeling, thinking, and believing at about any given moment. I do not play games, and I do not manipulate people, and I do not hold grudges and I do not hate, because that is weak. If I am unhappy with people, they know it. If I feel I have wronged them in some way, they know it.
If I am deceiving myself in any way, I’m not aware of it, for I frequently spend several minutes a day searching for any indication that I might be in denial (about anything.) I play devil’s advocate with myself all the time (which drives my husband nuts.) Then whatever comes out of those self-meditations, I project that image to the world. Who I am, socially, is solidly and completely who I am, internally.
People may justly call me lazy, melodramatic, bad at managing money, or even irrational – but one thing I’m not is inauthentic.
I’m glad you can just roll your eyes when you’re insulted, Alice, because when people call me fake, it pisses me off to no end. Being upfront all the time isn’t always easy (I’m looking at you, Time I Let a Friend Cheat and Turned Us Both In), and I damn well better get recognition for it.
ETA: For the sake of confusion, I pretty much view ‘‘genuine’’ and ‘‘honest’’ as the same thing.