Call me inconsiderate, but I have difficulty with the concept of keeping my mouth shut in certain circumstances. Going to a friend or relative's house, and having them give me food which is so awful, that I literally cannot even complete the first bite, is just one of those times when I feel like being blunt and telling them, "this is screwing disgusting!
I’m sure there are many bits of wisdom and old sayings that applies to things like this, sayings like, "If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say it at all," and other sentiments about how people should bite their tongue, but I just can’t. Sometimes I do keep quiet, but I feel like by doing so, I am being disingenuous.
They say it’s not a lie, to merely keep silent with your opinion, and that may be the case, but I don’t see how that kind of attitude really benefits people. All it does, is create a society that thinks it acceptable to "lie by omission" and to artfully craft lines of bullcrap (see: politicians and lawyers, as a group of people who do that well) instead of telling the truth straight out.
How are people's "feelings" more important, such that it justifies biting one's tongue and not telling the truth, or fabricating "little white lies" when asked their opinion on a matter (e.g. Do you like this dress? Do you like this food I made?), than creating a society based on transparency, even if that means brutal honesty. I think these misguided attempts to spare people's feelings is a crapty social norm to adopt, and that in the long run, future generations of more enlightened human beings would probably be much better served, if people were taught to be brutally honest in all occasions, from birth.
Well anyway, somebody gave me some crapty screwing pizza they made a couple weeks ago, and it was the most God awful disgusting thing I ever tasted in my life, and I literally screwing spit it out right onto the plate as soon as the very first drop touched my tongue; it was that revolting. Worst thing I ever tasted in my life, and I said so quite vocally. I literally told them, "this is screwing disgusting. The worst thing I ever tasted in my life."
Not long after, I went to this same person's house, and they once again made me another pizza - a different kind this time. I also thought it was screwing disgusting (the crust was raw as dough), but this time I kept my opinion somewhat to myself, and quite frankly, I feel really guilty about that silence.
I’m sure lots of people buy into this happy horsecrap about "sparing peoples feelings," and will even tell "little white lies," if necessary, or at least omissions of ones opinion (this is because these people are insane) but I don’t think that is the proper course of action, and I think from now on, I am just going to continue telling people whatever comes to my mind.
I probably don't like you. Sucks for you.
