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I Hate Truth … sometimes.

Sometimes I hate truth when it hurts and when it indicts me

Sometimes

But only the way a kid hates his parents for a flash of a moment when they yank his chain and put a lid on his poor choices. This sort of hate is really love lashing out at the boundaries.

Example: I don’t want to go online and look at my bank balance, mainly because it tells me the truth and I am not sure I want to know it.

But I need to know if I am going to do anything about it.

Sometimes I can’t do anything now, so I don’t want to look. Yet I still need to know.

It is the shock that I really want to avoid.

But the shock does not last forever, and the information goes into a pot on low heat and eventually will combine with other ingredients and produce a creative stew of possibilities.

That will only happen if I am willing to look at the truth.

That is why I just checked my online bank statement.

Ouch! I need to turn up the heat a notch.

I really don’t hate the truth at all. I love truth,
I think.