Brutally honest

I pulled the earplugs out of my ears and paused the song I was listening to on my phone, when the short story I was reading on wattpad came to an end. It was more of a chat conversation than a story, though. It was 6:07 p.m. I had seventeen hours of journey left. That was a lot, I thought. I had planned on writing it a few chapters for my book but that seemed to be pretty difficult, so I dropped the idea.

I had watched a couple of videos on Carrie Fletcher's channel, which I saved offline on YouTube. There is something about her voice and her expressions that attracts me. Her accent is kinda Scottish and I absolutely love it. It is very much formal compared to the American accent. And one of the videos was about Brutal Honesty, something that I've been thinking about lately.

She stressed on the fact that the idea of truth to be linked with being rude is absolutely ridiculous. It is not necessary that you are supposed to be rude when you are revealing the truth. When you have the choice to tell the same thing in a polite manner, I don't understand why you wouldn't. Who says that by being polite, you are being less honest? What makes you think that being kind would make others think that you're being fake? How can you be brutally mean to a person and defend yourself that you're just "being honest"?

I strongly believe that it is unfair to tell someone straight on their face, in a mean way, that they're dress doesn't suit them. Or that the food they cook didn't taste good. Or that their speech in the assembly didn't sound appealing. I mean, you could probably say something like, "hey I think you should add some more salt". You get what I mean, right?

Modernize?

Transition occurs in everybody's life. Nursery to primary school, primary to elementary school, high school, college, job and so on. We meet new people. Make new friends. Go places. Everyday, we learn new things, and discover different kinds of lifestyles.

It is said that depending on time, we all change. It is believed that the influence around us, whether good or bad, drastically affects our character. And after enough time, we become a wholly different person. In fact, we all have seen this happening to many people in our lives. What they once were, and what they are now isn't even comparable. Circumstances lead us in different directions. But I believe that deep down, their true essence still exists. Or maybe just in my case.

No matter how much i try to fit in, no matter how much i try to 'modernise', as they call it, deep down, i still am that little girl. That little girl who was afraid to think of alcohol. That little girl who would almost cry when she found out that her physics book was missing. That little girl who's biggest worry was not getting an A on her test. That little girl who did not consider going to malls with her friends. That little girl who knew she wouldnt be comfortable with DJ parties. That little girl.....

I definitely relate to their lives and take part in their conversations but deep down, I know I don't really fit in. But isn't that life all about? Will we ever find a place where we totally fit in? A part of me fits on wattpad. A part of me fits at college. A part of me fits somewhere in Toronto, Canada. But wholly, I don't fit in anywhere. Maybe life would be less interesting if I did!