Bah! Work is cramping my blogging style again so the latest episode in the long running drama “I Anecdote” will have to wait till the weekend.
In the meantime, tell me if you’ve ever told the truth and then regretted doing so.
Bah! Work is cramping my blogging style again so the latest episode in the long running drama “I Anecdote” will have to wait till the weekend.
In the meantime, tell me if you’ve ever told the truth and then regretted doing so.
A bit. I don’t really have any regrets in my life, but I’ve felt guilty after telling the truth lots. My favourite example is a lady at work who is tall, bottle-blonde, not unattractive, over 50, and comes to work immaculatley dressed. (You know those bitches – the ones with co-ordinating accessories, shoes etc.). Anyway, she’s not known for her tact and diplomacy by any measure of means, and regularly upsets whole departments at once. Anyway, she’d been off in Spain for one of her many sun-worshipping holidays, and had arrived back in the UK a few days before she arrived at my desk to talk to me about some trivial pice of work or other. She was a little behind my peripheral vision when she began talking, so I hadn’t quite seen her yet. I turned, caught sight of her bright red skin for the first time and said “Oh, Frances, you look so……. burned.”
As soon as the words had spilled out of my mouth, I realised how awful that had sounded – but it was too late!!! Frances, turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, with me following quickly after her to apologise for my turn of phrase. Trouble is I made it worse. I justified my statement by saying “But you do look rather red”, to which she replied stroppily – “I’m not burned, I’m tanned”. I left it at that. On returning to my own office, the roomful of colleagues were cheering me. Then I realised I’d put into words – to her face – what the whole room had been thinking!!!!!
Guilty but no regrets? That’s a neat trick. I still find myself randomly wincing with guilt and regret at something I did or said decades ago.
First interview was a total bust; but I had three more yesterday, and they went relatively well. I just have to wait for callbacks now, which I hopefully will receive!!! More stress!! Thanks for asking, have a great weekend! š
I don’t regret saying it, I just feel a bit guilty that I upset someone. But that feeling passes after a few days.
Nah. The truth will set you free, right?
Fuck the truth, man!! Seriously, though, I have an internal mechanism that releases truth serum into my veins at very inopportune moments. Like some people who are “high on life” I’m apparently high on TRUTH. My worst recent account is when I told my staff in response to their complaints that I wasn’t listening to their “needs” that they should just “shoot me and put me out of my misery.” Classy!
Ha ha – you’re on my site today š
I try not to tell the truth when it comes to things I think I’ll regret saying later. I’ve been pretty good at it so far. I think as long as I stay away from alcohol, I’ll continue my ability to keep my trap shut. Although I’d love to try drinking and blogging sometime…just to see what comes out. š
Joys – I thought that was work. Though my dreary worklife would suggest otherwise
Cranky – An honest boss!
Mom- there is no other way to blog
Too many times to tell!
Once to my best friend in front of a LOT of people regarding her history with birds and animals and their strangely SHORT life spans.
left the whole room in shocked silence.
I still think it needed to be said! Maybe just not there and not in that ‘tone’
And an email to my moms best friend asking her to kindly stop treating my mom like her bitch.
They didn’t speak for two years!
There is more..but I think i have them locked deep in my psyche.
there are probably more times I didn’t tell the truth and regretted it… truth hurts, but in the end… it clears the gunk out
My Thursday post… I’m practically BRAGGING about how I dis’ myself all the time. Speaking of which, thanks for the compliments. š
You have my sympathies regarding the work thing. Nothing sucks worse than cramped blogging style.
I agree with Catherine. We have enough things in this world cramping our styles without worrying about what we blog, eh?
Yes, I accidentally let something slip out the other day, to avoid hurting feelings in my family I’d been avoiding telling them about something I had been too that they had very much wanted to accompany me too, I felt guilty afterwards for not inviting them esspecially as it was one of those things where you’re expected to have family around you, and then the other day I accidentally said it and then regretted telling as although she probably knew I had went anyway, I think saying so probably hurt my mums feelings.
The truth is subjective. So I always lie like a bastard. That way, I stay consistent and reliable and keep my integrity.
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There have been a couple of times when I have…..ever-so-slightly embellished and sexed-up something that happened to me that I blogged about. It made the whole thing funnier, but it wasn’t quite as (soberly) honest as it could have been.
Am I bad? And will any other bloggers in here confess to a similar crime?
Chica – For me the problems arise because I can;t always readuily distinguish between truth and opinions I hold strongly.
Crank – Amen
Pete – Argh – I’ve done that too. Your guilt is sealed by the fact that your voice trails away in mid-sentence as your brain catcheds up with your tongue.
Mike – I don;t make things up as such but I will certainly chose to emphasise some things, de-emphasise others and embellish. I figure the point of blogging is to tell a good story. I spend all week delaing with witness testimony, writing entries on oath would be too dull.
I suppose I regret telling my boss at the time that I found one of the PR accounts I was working on, a God-forsaken company that made frozen meat pies, was “boring me to tears.” For some reason I was fired a few weeks later.
Yup, there the times…
I was in my second year of college when I last thought the truth would set me free. It did set me free.
I had been dating a guy since high school and like a stupid puppy followed him to an “aggie” school in NOWHERE oklahoma. Sorry, I dont know what the British equivalent would be but let me just say that the first thing that you noticed when you drove into the town was the odor of millions of pigs that were housed right by the highway. It was an awful place and I, a city girl at heart, was miserable.
I was miserable with my ill-matched love as well. He was 6 foot 6 3/4 inches and he weighed all of 185 pounds. At 5 foot 5, we looked as odd together as we felt. One night my rather rowdy girlfriend came to visit and we headed out to the bar. We ended up with some guys and well, you can fill in the blanks.
I stumbled back to the apartment and my boyfriend asked me where I had been and I told him. He was relatively calm. He told me that he thought we should break up and I agreed. We started peacefully dividing our meager belongings. He got the pots and pans. I got the dog. And then for some reason I told him that it was with his fraternity brother.
It got ugly quick. If I had just kept quiet! In the end he got the dog and I got nothing. Absolutely nothing.
You know, I don’t think I have. This could mean one of three things:
1 – I lie a lot
2 – I have no conscience
3 – I have a conveniently short memory.
Hmmm.
it’s not so much that i have wished that i wouldn’t have told the truth, but rather i just wished that i would’ve with-held it. sometimes, i can just be too honest and there are plenty of times when silence would’ve been just fine.
Tell the truth? What the hell is that?
oh yes, plenty.
my mum says i have a problem, i’m too honest, and i just can’t lie to save my life…
ex-boyf: “is there something wrong?”
me: “erm…no”
eb: “you sure, seems like there is, is there?”
me: “yes”
eb: “is it to do with [another boy]?”
me: *nods*
i just can’t keep it in!
I’ve often been told I’m too honest for my own good.
Are we talking about Kev’s nostrils again? Just checking. I gotta get back to work…. *sighs*