I am the only person I know that thinks it’s easier to be honest and open. I have seen people go bto great lengths to hide the truth.
I could never understand the deceptions of the Soaps. My gut would scream for them to just give it all up. Of course, this was before I knew that people thrive on another’s misery.
I’m not exactly sure open, honest is always the answer either. There have been several times in my life where I haven’t liked a person from the first meeting. Usually I keep my opinions to myself. Then there was Jordan. Abrasive. That’s the only way I can explain it. We hardly spoke or had any interaction at all. I did not like this kid. One of the kids brought him around. He was what they used to call a yes-man. His opinion mirrored whoever he was with. When he was agreeing with everything I said and did I decided to tell him I didn’t like him. My goal was for him to put a little space between us. Not come to my house every day and to keep his distance if he does. Don’t try to be my personal cheerleader. Not Jordan he wanted to resolve it. Trying to explain it wasn’t a resolvable situation was pointless. Pointing out his lack of character would only end up in a disagreement. Constructive criticism would put him on the defense and cause more interaction than I was interested in.
Years later I ran into the poster child for the foster system gone wrong. He hunted down his real mom, moved in and refused to leave. His mom dumped her six kids off with child welfare to pursue a life of drug addiction. While in her care they were given anything and everything possible to keep them occupied so mom and latest boyfriend could do their thing. The final result was a teenagers with no schooling, no skills who thought the world owed him something. He made his mom cry regularly and threatened his grandmother. I don’t know how I let him know what I thought but I’m sure it wasn’t nice. This went over well with someone who has abandonment issues and can’t handle rejection. Every time I was in earshot he would try to taunt me. I had to make peace with the social reject so I didn’t have to be bothered.
Other than that I prefer open honesty.