Do we really want truth?

In today’s world it is that large conglomerates keep the truth to themselves for fear of liability and forced conformity.

Do you really want to know things that are hidden for our protection? I am ok not knowing nearly everything. It is the way
 

Me - ‘How do I look in this dress?’

Friend - ’Doesn’t suit’

That friend may believe that. It doesn’t make it true. They may dislike short or tight or loose or whatever. It’s their opinion, unless they describe why they don’t like it.

That’s a real example, except that these were two friends.
 
Me - ‘How do I look in this dress?’

Friend - ’Doesn’t suit’

That friend may believe that. It doesn’t make it true. They may dislike short or tight or loose or whatever. It’s their opinion, unless they describe why they don’t like it.

That’s a real example, except that these were two friends.
yes but if they were real friends each of them would know exactly how the other would like to be percieved and would tell the truth...it's too tight, it's too short, etc...
 
I have a friend with M.S.. We've been friends since we six. Her M.S. is taking who she is, that and the pain medication so she can manage to get through her day. Lately I've been noticing that she tells me conflicting things one time to the next. Each time she tells me a different story, to her she's telling the truth. The disease is progressing. She's now 72. She's had M.S. since she was 30. It's sad.
 
On personal things, it depends. If I ask, I want the truth. If I didn't ask, don't tell me unless it is something I really need to know and don't already know. For example, if my dress is riding up in the back or I have food on my face, tell me right away.
 
Anyone here see the movie called The Invention of Lying? It's about our world but we're in a world where no one lies. Lying isn’t a thing. Nobody’s ever heard of it nor can they even imagine it. So people go around saying stuff like “Shame your marriage prospects are so limited” to friends who are overweight or unattractive, but that’s okay because no one has built up any sensitivity to the truth. They totally accept it.
 
“Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I read this when I was 12 years old and it has always been the foundation of my life.
 
“Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I read this when I was 12 years old and it has always been the foundation of my life.
Qft.
 
I'll take the truth but I prefer it being delivered compassionately. Sometimes one doesn't need the whole truth (the overall opinion or observation and all of the reasons behind it.) Sometimes it's cruel to go into the details.
 
I want the truth. Don't sugar coat anything for me. I am a big girl and can take it.
Do they call it "the unfolded truth", (or something like that?)?
I'm with you anyway, as I seem to spend my life trying to figure out the meaning behind statements made by "so called mates", whose familiarity with anything truthful in their lives, or what they say, " is merely incidental"! :(
 
I was thinking of this the other day when someone I know denied an awful event that had happened in the past. At first I thought "you are an idiot" but then I thought maybe it was just too much for them to handle.
I believe my mom had psych issues. I can remember being 3-4 years old. and standing by a police car, with the flashing blue lights, when neighbors called about my mom fighting with my dad. These fights would go on for weeks. They really tore me up. yet my brother seems oblivious to them. says, nope, they never happened. I was there when we were thrown out of apartments because of all the screaming, but nope never happened-per my younger brother. I can tell you all the things I remember about those fights that he doesn't remember. Whose reality is correct? mine, or his?
 
I believe my mom had psych issues. I can remember being 3-4 years old. and standing by a police car, with the flashing blue lights, when neighbors called about my mom fighting with my dad. These fights would go on for weeks. They really tore me up. yet my brother seems oblivious to them. says, nope, they never happened. I was there when we were thrown out of apartments because of all the screaming, but nope never happened-per my younger brother. I can tell you all the things I remember about those fights that he doesn't remember. Whose reality is correct? mine, or his?
Your mother sounds like mine! Neighbors used to call the police on her, too, and when the police would come to the door, she'd act like this perfect little mother who was just having some problems, but she's feeling better.

Stress can cause a lot of problems in children's development. If nothing else, it makes it tough to study, but it can also create learning disabilities and behavioral problems, as well as mental health issues later in life. Parents who create a stressful environment for their children are completely self-centered and just all around bad people. Children, as with all animals, need a nurturing environment if they are to thrive in the world.

Some people, like your brother it sounds like, can be raised in horrendous conditions and come out of it relatively unscathed, somehow. Others aren't so resilient.

Sorry you went through all that, fuzzybuddy. It wasn't your fault.
 
I believe my mom had psych issues. I can remember being 3-4 years old. and standing by a police car, with the flashing blue lights, when neighbors called about my mom fighting with my dad. These fights would go on for weeks. They really tore me up. yet my brother seems oblivious to them. says, nope, they never happened. I was there when we were thrown out of apartments because of all the screaming, but nope never happened-per my younger brother. I can tell you all the things I remember about those fights that he doesn't remember. Whose reality is correct? mine, or his?
Yours, undoubtedly yours in my view, though your brother failing to remember doesn't mean he's not telling the truth either, as he sees it, because my parents fought like cat and dog when we were children, (and well beyond), and it was a necessary process for them both I now suspect, though when reminded of this fact, that he and my mother fought all the time when my mother had died my dad said, "Did we"?, (so he was oblivious to it all as well! :) ).
 


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