Honesty, also ravens/crows.

[smokingboot]

Awful.

Ugh, so awful I don't want to write about it.

I want to cry, have a bath, I should write stuff down, it's better.

But this includes a vulnerable person's private information so I can't. Or maybe I could write it and lock it down, but I feel too tired.

So what's left? The DW equivalent of vaguebooking. Stupid.

I have done a difficult but right thing, but a thing that may make me look bad in the eyes of people I don't want to hassle. It would be awful if they write me off as a pain in the arse.

But I have been honest.

Oh, don't be honest! Just don't bother, red pen it, draw a line through it, save it for a very few, no, fewer than that. Honesty is the most over-rated quality ever. Politeness makes for much better lives all around than honesty. No matter what they say, people hate honesty. And the trouble is, you can never do it by halves. You have to do the whole thing or none of it works and you just seem like a jerk.

But of course, you can be dishonest and seem like a jerk too.

The difference is that dishonesty is generally a lot more pleasant, it's also easier, it seems courteous, and I am a lot better at it. So why...?

Because I would want someone to do this for me. And that's it, that's all.

Just as I wrote that, a whole flock of crows flew towards my window, swerving upwards at the last minute. They were very big. I thought they were ravens for a moment, but I don't think ravens flock.

Blimey, there's a ruddy great crow sat on the lamp post outside my house, looking very pensive. Now it's flown towards me but above the window. Where are they going? Are they all sitting on the roof?

Right, this is rubbish, I need to sort myself out. Later DW.