by Jennifer Coots
My friend asks me if she is moody. I reply “yes.” She asks for examples. I give them. She throws a conniption and refuses to talk to me for a week.
Honesty. What a golden word.
I have found throughout my 20 years of existence on this earth, people simply don’t appreciate or want genuine honesty. Some will even confuse honesty with being “mean.”
Perhaps we should get something straight. For the sake of this argument, meanness is when one individual purposely emotionally harms another individual, for the sake of doing so. Being honest is completely different.
I am extremely honest and because of my honesty, I have been labeled as “mean.” At the risk of sounding clich
