I don’t play games.
I hate them.
I don’t mean games as in cards, Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit, those I love. I mean the games that people play where the intention is not to have fun, but rather the opposite.
I don’t do well with that behaviour or those kinds of people. Maybe I’m naive or stupid, but even at the ripe old age of almost 51, I still expect that what people say is what they mean and what people mean is what they say.
This is how I live my life.
If you have something to say – say it.
If you need to get something off your chest, by all means – unload.
If you want something – ask.
If you don’t want to or can’t do something – don’t.
If you can’t make it somewhere – be straight.
If you aren’t sure – say so.
Never say stuff about other people when they aren’t around if you wouldn’t be happy for them to hear it too.
Never, ever make shit up.
I pride myself on being straight up, I may be a little in your face, I tell it as it is, and I wish that more people were that way. Some of my favourite people are those who are straight, almost to the point of being blunt, but boy do I love them – a lot.
If you are in my life, you know where you stand, no questions asked. I can’t pretend to like someone if I don’t and as I’ve said before, I most definitely don’t have a poker face.
I am never unkind, or at least I do my level best not to be, but I’d rather step away or disconnect from someone or something if I can’t be straight. Authenticity is everything to me.
This has come from a place of truth, vulnerability and authenticity and the context isn’t important, what’s important is that I do not play games and I honour what is true.
Maybe this post could come across as a bit of a rant, but it’s not. I just have a dream that one day the truth will be all that matters.
That is all.