I am a terrible liar. I am an honest guy not because of a kind heart, but because lying takes too much work. I mean, I'd have to make shit up to avoid responsibility or to look good, and then make up more lies to cover up the original lies? Screw that!
Being honest, of course, makes me a dick, because my often honest response to someone seeking an opinion isn't what he/she wanted to hear, even when deep down he/she already knew the truth of the matter that is involved. Hoping, in this case, most of the time, is just denial.
Response. That's where I draw the line when it comes to being a dick. I don't instigate things to make people feel that way about me. As long as a person does not pull any boneheaded action that affects me, he/she will not see the harsh side of me.
Like I said: that's where the line is drawn between me and someone who makes bonehead moves.
There are still quite a bit of empty land around the area I work in, even though the Asian population is at a ever high increasing rate. The business district is stuck in the middle of residential towns, but by the layout of the streets, it's almost impossible to see people passing about the streets unless they work in there.
Which is why I find it odd to have seen a stray dog with a nice looking collar this past friday, during my break. It was well taken care off and friendly. It walked up to me and wanted some attention. I like dogs. Even if it had been a hard week, I can still spare some time for it. But before I have a chance to look at its name tag, a soda flew by me and hit the dog, scaring it and made it run away. I looked over toward the direction of the passage and I saw a coworker from the sales department.
Me: "Why did you do that?!"
Him: "I don't want it here."
Me: "You didn't have to hit it!"
Him: "Well, don't be coming to me if he can't take it."
I went off on him. What the fuck did the dog ever do to you? It didn't come to you. It came to me! Did it bark at you? No. Did it try to bite you? No. Where do you fucking get off to tell the dog not to mess with you when it was never its intention?!
The dog returned to see me the next break. It turned out that it belonged to an executive at the next building. As a professional curteousy, I didn't tell the owner that a bonehead sales person bullied her dog. Besides, the guy already pee'd on his pants because my words stunned more than my fists.
We were both dicks. But I'd never start shit like he did. As I told my buddy earlier today, it's just like I'd never say a girl has problems unless she asked me about her problems, or bothered to mess with her on a consistent basis. It's not called for.
Pss... did you say I didn't sleep with her, buddy? Now, why would you still call me a pimp if you find that true?
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No matter what Honesty is the best
I can't stand people that lie
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