The Truth Hurts
Life is funny in that we are on this great search for truths. We want all the answers, all the knowledge. We try to figure things out by putting ourselves through years of school, by dragging ourselves to counselors offices, by scouring Google, by buying books, by going to church…. we want to know about stuff. We want to know about our surroundings, our profession… and sometimes, when the time is right… ourselves.
The saying “the truth hurts” is thrown around pretty easily. We use it following a witty comment. We use it as a follow up to a statement that we know hits too close to home. As hard as we as a society try to figure things out we also have a tendency to overlook the obvious stuff… the obvious truths. Its because sometimes those truths do hurt. Its easier to not acknowledge them.
This past weekend, on two separate occasions, with two separate people, the truth reared its ugly head. I was left in disbelief as these individuals were able to so easily discover the truth about me. Without much history, without much context…. they had me figured out. They knew the truth. At first I was a little angry, maybe even a little embarrassed. How dare these people… who hardly know me… have the audacity to make such assumptions? But thats the thing, they weren’t assumptions. It was the truth. And it hurt.
As initially shocked and upset as I was, I honestly walked away from the conversations forcing myself to be thankful that I have these people in my life that are wiling to so easily “call me out”. People that I am obviously pretty transparent with, enough for them to be able to have such incredible insight.
It seems OK to seek after the truth on our terms. When we are ready to read the Self-Help books… bring on the truth! Its when someone knocks on our door unsolicited that the truth is not so easily swallowed. Its then that we really see ourselves though someone else’s eyes. Its then that the Truth Hurts.
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