I can't tell one thing from another
I hate it how I have to be so fucking politically correct all the time. In really intense moments I want to walk right up to an arbitrary person who is pissing me off, and tell them EXACTLY what I think. Sadly, most of the time these thoughts are not sugar-flower-happy-bunny-unicorn thoughts. Ok, so now this entry is about two things: political correctness (or incorrectness), and my sour personality. Let's start with the former
To be or not to be politically incorrect. Of course, I'd love to say "I can be politically incorrect but you can't", but then I'd be a little thing we like to call a hypocrit. I really do not want to fall into this category of people. I have been raised with the motto "If the truth hurts, don't tell it." For a while, I lived and breathed by this motto. Recently, I became a fan of honesty. Honesty "pawns" self-esteem any day. But clearly it's a matter of how you say it, not what you say. Now I am well aware that I am stating the obvious right now. Similar to the lady in the "who-wa!" speech, it's how I make a living. Just kidding. (ilysm if you caught that). Back to honesty. Allow me to demonstrate with an example. I will now describe a scenario that I have been faced with countless times. Imagine your friend likes someone, and they recruit you to try and figure out if the object of their affection shares the same feelings. Maybe they just ask for your opinion. Doesn't matter. In any case, you find out/have reason to believe that the feeling is not mutual. What do you say to your friend. As a strong advocate of honesty, I say TELL THE TRUTH! Yes, your friend will be crushed for a while. Maybe it'll be a slightly prolonged while. But eventually, the will get over themselves and move on. Here's another example. A girl asks how her hair/makeup looks. Unless you're a guy telling me that I look beautiful no matter how I do my hair and makeup, go ahead and tell me I look like an atomic bomb exploaded on my face. Well...okay, don't say it like that, but you get the point. If someone asks you a question, they hopefully are looking for a genuine answer instead of merely fishing for a compliment. Moral of the story: If i look like a clown before heading out, tease me to get your point across, then stop and offer to fix whatever is wrong with me. So you are being constructive, helpful, and no feelings got hurt. Yay!
I just realised that while all of the above is perfectly relevant, and while I can go on for ages discussing just that, it has nothing to do with political correctness. I also just realised that I can't exactly complain about political correctness in a public journal entry. And that I can't say just HOW MUCH that pisses me off, only because of what is implicit. No hay justicia.
That being said, I decided to leave my other topic for a whole other journal entry. Meanwhile, ElizaBik is my lover since she has inspired most of this entry, prolly without even knowing it. ♥ Elz
To be or not to be politically incorrect. Of course, I'd love to say "I can be politically incorrect but you can't", but then I'd be a little thing we like to call a hypocrit. I really do not want to fall into this category of people. I have been raised with the motto "If the truth hurts, don't tell it." For a while, I lived and breathed by this motto. Recently, I became a fan of honesty. Honesty "pawns" self-esteem any day. But clearly it's a matter of how you say it, not what you say. Now I am well aware that I am stating the obvious right now. Similar to the lady in the "who-wa!" speech, it's how I make a living. Just kidding. (ilysm if you caught that). Back to honesty. Allow me to demonstrate with an example. I will now describe a scenario that I have been faced with countless times. Imagine your friend likes someone, and they recruit you to try and figure out if the object of their affection shares the same feelings. Maybe they just ask for your opinion. Doesn't matter. In any case, you find out/have reason to believe that the feeling is not mutual. What do you say to your friend. As a strong advocate of honesty, I say TELL THE TRUTH! Yes, your friend will be crushed for a while. Maybe it'll be a slightly prolonged while. But eventually, the will get over themselves and move on. Here's another example. A girl asks how her hair/makeup looks. Unless you're a guy telling me that I look beautiful no matter how I do my hair and makeup, go ahead and tell me I look like an atomic bomb exploaded on my face. Well...okay, don't say it like that, but you get the point. If someone asks you a question, they hopefully are looking for a genuine answer instead of merely fishing for a compliment. Moral of the story: If i look like a clown before heading out, tease me to get your point across, then stop and offer to fix whatever is wrong with me. So you are being constructive, helpful, and no feelings got hurt. Yay!
I just realised that while all of the above is perfectly relevant, and while I can go on for ages discussing just that, it has nothing to do with political correctness. I also just realised that I can't exactly complain about political correctness in a public journal entry. And that I can't say just HOW MUCH that pisses me off, only because of what is implicit. No hay justicia.
That being said, I decided to leave my other topic for a whole other journal entry. Meanwhile, ElizaBik is my lover since she has inspired most of this entry, prolly without even knowing it. ♥ Elz