Honesty

I have always believed that honesty and genuineness are two of the most important characteristics a person can exude. I like to pride myself on being, if nothing else, always genuine.  I do not believe in truth because I’m religious, but rather because we only have so much time on this earth, and goddamnit, for our time on this earth to be meaningful, we must examine our time from an honest perspective.

If one is going to attempt to examine one’s own life in an honest light, the question follows, “What is an honest perspective?” What I’m feeling right now about an experience eight years ago in my own life is not necessarily how I felt about that experience when it happened. Nor will I view that experience in the same light another eight years from now.  Hell, I might even view the same event differently within the hour, minute, second.

Angry, sad, drunk, calm, elated–these states bring different perspectives with them.  All of them honest–are they equally valid in their own ways?

Therefore, this blog is only an attempt at honesty and nothing else, because what I think on the events of my life past, present, and future, could easily change.

A Dream Deferred

As I ate fried cod rolls and a hamburger with my gf tonight, I was again reminded that one of my life dreams is becoming less and less likely with each passing day.  That dream is, of course, a Girl-Girl-Guy threesome.  I’m serious with my gf, and she has made it explicitly clear that her jealousy would scale off the charts if she were to see another girl and I enjoying each other.  This was, of course, a very minor, perhaps 3 minute detail to my otherwise vanilla suburban day.  It happened, though, and if I’m being honest, I’m still thinking about it.

Fiction = Truth?

From things that have happened and from things as they exist and from all things that you know and all those you cannot know, you make something through your invention that is not a representation but a whole new thing truer than anything true and alive, and you make it alive, and if you make it well enough, you give it immortality. That is why you write and for no other reason that you know of. But what about all the reasons that no one knows?

-Earnest Hemingway, on why he writes fiction instead of nonfiction