Chronicles of Fly

Honesty is one of those things that can actually end up doing more harm than good. You end up hurting the person more by being honest with them, the truth really does hurt. Sometimes you cause less pain by lying and being dishonest than by coming forward and telling the truth. More times than I can remember I always chose to tell the truth and ended up hurting people when it was easier and less traumatic to just lie. Honesty can also confuse people; it can leave them people with more unknown variables than a quadratic equation. Sometimes being truthful just creates more disorder than there was originally. If I stick by my honesty policy then the cat is out of the bag, you will know that I actually don’t want to be your friend. I don’t want to end up back there again, but you are not exactly in a position to be more than what we currently are. Am I hoping that in your current state of confusion you make some rash decisions that open the door; I am ashamed to admit that I do. I

I have lot of physical scars; they are reminders of an epic childhood. Souvenirs from days spent running into barbecue stands, falling of guava trees and running around empty swimming pools. They are battle marks from accidentally missing your kick in a game of street soccer and making contact with the ground so hard that it eats away at your flesh, leaving your elbow, knee or shin bleeding and exposed. Some would cry because of the impact, some knew that a lecture at home was imminent and some knew to hold it in until water and antiseptic made love to the wound. Most of my scars have faded so well that you would never believe that they resulted in a love hate romance with bandages and antiseptic. I carry my physical scars with pride, they give me character.  If only emotional and psychological scars healed as well as the physical scars do. You know how your skin forms a scab to protect a wound from the elements and to allow new skin cells to replace the old ones. Some emotion