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Ask most people if they are honest and they will say “yes” with absolute conviction. We as a people like to think that we have integrity and morals. In the larger picture, that may be true. After all the majority of the population obey the rules and stay out of jail. We work hard and raise our children to be upstanding citizens. We pay our taxes. We live an honorable life.
But the truth is (pun intended) that we tell “little” lies all of the time. We convince our little ones that there is this person called Santa Claus. We tell our friends we have other plans when we just do not feel like going out to dinner with them. We call in sick to work when what we really want is a day off. And we tell our mate we had a salad for lunch when we really had a cheeseburger in order to avoid conflict. And one of the biggest lies we all tell is that we are “fine” when someone asks how we are doing when we really feel horrible. In fact, we are a lying culture because it is much more acceptable to be polite than sincere.
Where am I going with all of this? I honestly do not know, except to explore just how complex our ethics really are. We are taught that lying is wrong, but we are also taught that you shouldn’t hurt people. The truth hurts sometimes….so we avoid it. Because the lesser of two evils is to spare someone’s feelings. Or is it to spare our own? Conflict avoidance seems to be one of the biggest triggers for dishonesty.
In my own life, I try to avoid doing things that I would need to lie about to the people I love. My child was also never subjected to the “stork” and Santa Claus was “The Christmas Spirit”. But am I 100% honest?
My newest piece above titled “Honesty” is. 🙂
Abstract Art by Sharon Cummings 
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Sharon thanks for writing this. I especially zeroed in on “Because the lesser of two evils is to spare someone’s feelings. Or is it to spare our own?”
This phenomena is so prevalent in our society and in fact its grown bigger and bigger to presently be called “politically correct”. Instead of dealing with reality, we instead package a pretty version, with no rough edges, of most everything. Its great to see you exploring and sharing this topic! Thanks.
My real life best friends know I call it like I see it…if we are shopping and they ask “Do these jeans make me look fat?”…if they do…I say YES! LOL But you are right….as a whole we are walking on eggshells all of the time in our society. 😦
Great looking piece! I like to think that I am pretty honest but I know I am not 100 percent.
Love this reflection Sharon – those little white lies can come back to bite you…and yet, I know no one who could be so brutally honest all the time. Generally, we refer to people like that as “tactless.” Fabulous art work too – shared and pinned.
Sometimes it is just knowing WHO you can be honest with. 😉
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Thanks Bo!
Personally I detest lies of every form, and I take it to the extreme. I don’t tell people I’m ok when I’m not.
I think people should learn to deal with the thruth, I don’t like this polite conduct. I’m guessing mostly people are insecure and want to protect their integrity. Either way little lies are overall broadly accepted, so no one really cares, even when you notice it’s a lie.
But people can’t always deal well with the thruth.
ANYWAYS, I don’t feel like it matters overall. People tell little lies to each other, nobody is really bothered by it. Except when they are, but then those things should be handled on a case by case basis. It depends on who you are and how you feel about it, and the people you interact with.
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Thanks for stopping by Peter….I like to provoke thoughts. 🙂
G’day Sharon,
happy new too BB. I can honestly say that I am not an honest person, It probably comes from learning very early in life as a nipper, when I used to be totally honest, I occasionally ended up with welts and bruises from a normally very loving and caring father, who just happened to have a not very good temper when he came home drunk . Which in itself was very confusing to me.I never could understand how someone who was such fun, smart and intelligent , and very loving and caring could turn within a blink of an eye, into a vicious, pain giving hurtful bastard. It quite hurts to be hit with belts, cricket bats and a bamboo bow from a bow and arrow set. It wasn’t till later that I realised it was the drink and his own very very strict upbringing, so Now I am very careful about when , what and how I am honest. Love your blog
regards
Laurie (Lozza)
Thanks for stopping by Laurie (it’s o.k. if this isn’t your honest name)……I am sorry to hear about your upbringing. I had similar, only the drunk Dad never hit me. He hit walls with his fist, but never a person. But it was scary nonetheless to see a warm loving person turn into an anger filled animal. My Step-Dad was the beating one….I mostly remember a leather belt with metal rivets up and down each side…crazy 70’s fashion was hard on our skin. 😦 Glad you have come to a place of understanding and hope forgiveness has come with it….Sharon
heya again Sharon, thanks for the reply, appreciated it lots. OUCH for you, sorry to hear how hard 70’s fashion was , and yes Laurie is my real name (Lozza is Aussie short for Laurie btw).& thanks your “place” is one of peace to the mind and the eyes. I forgave dad long ago, and I ended up as a full time carer for both mum and dad in 2002 until they past away,(hard time)dad ended up with another cancer to the tip of the spine which paralysed him on one side, so it was the whole caring bit from cleaning washing and wiping bottoms LOL, & I wouldn’t have changed it for the world, having the opportunity to be the carer. Though it got a bit hard having to physically lift him from bed to wheel chair, to the commode and shower (I had to do a bit of house renovating to make it chair friendly), as well I had stiches from a recewnt umbilical hernia I had to deal with (a couple of them broke while pulling him in the chair up some stairs to the house, ) but that was OK, I managed to get down the beach for some ocean and sun and some “me time” while he slept when out from the morphine)
sun and surf are great healers of the body and soul I found. Another thing I used was a cordless remote front door chime which he could use anytime of day to call me if he needed anything. He had some golfing buddies who used to come and visit us and I would put on a BBQ every couple of days, it really lifted him having his old mates there & we had a good laugh (I was soooo happy to see him smile at these times) Because mum had passed away a month earlier so he was more or less just waiting to catch up with her, as it were… Even though it was just over 10 years now, it still seems like only a moth or so it all happened. funny aye .oh well very sorry to dump on you like that, it does help though. My folks also gave me a great gift of appreciation of the arts, and I learnt classical piano & theory to 7th grade, So I have music,(awesome!) , as well as a great LOVE of the visual arts, which is probably why I was drawn to your blog. Dad was a very good artist/drawer and a sculptor using sandstone. I still have pieces he did when I was just a nipper. And my Omar, played the cello with the Sydney Symphony Orchestra and mum could sing like an angel. I am truly in awe of people like him and yourself. (and jealous !) So THANKYOU for being you and what you do. Art and music make me very happy, thoughtful and introspective (?) And I look at the world not like “normal” people do. (much to the consternation of my wife LOLOL).. then again what is normal eh?.
Peace and Love to you always Sharon. and to your family and friends . XXXXXX
fond regards
Lozza
Hi Lozza….I am delighted that you love my blog and it gives you some joy to look at and read. 🙂 My birth father passed due to suicide when I was 10 and I just lost my “Pop” less than 2 years ago to a massive heart attack….so I’ve never been a care giver to my parents. But Mum is still alive and well at 65….my time might come. I have heard others say that caring for their ageing parents was a time of forgiveness also. So glad you found that….so glad. I too have found forgiveness just out of my own self love. It is good to be free of constantly reminding yourself of those pains. Better to let it all go….Great that yours instilled an appreciation for the arts! I sell a lot of artwork o Aussie…so do tell if you ever decide to collect. I’d want to know what you purchased. 🙂 Cheers!
G’day Shazza.
and thanks. and also YEP I certainly will let you know what I have purchased when I get around to it. I am glad to hear other Aussies buy from you, (see, talent is recognised, and what each holds as interesting and beautiful, (as ugly can be beautiful, then what is ugly eh ?), is universal. lotsa love to you and yours
Lozza
Thanks Lozza……..always nice to have you stop by my blog. 🙂