"We call it a HERB- because there's a freaking H in it."

I don't know why I made one of these.

It's a bit pointless, really. I mean, I could just type it all on Word. But I'm not going to. I've been doing a lot this summer, riding my horse 4 times a week, writing, playing my bass, and going to a concert or two. Sounds interesting, eh? But I've been debating on whether or not to post this. Should I let someone know what I'm thinking? I read an article the other day talking about brutal honesty. This man was to say exactly what he thought (with the exception of dirty thoughts-which occur every twenty seven seconds in the average human mind) to whoever he met. And I thought it was crazy at first; why would I tell anyone the truth? Technically, lies are the only things that get us through life. They soften up our opinions in our minds. Can you imagine if every "it" teenage girl said what they thought? Or people on a lower social status told someone who considered themselves "better" what they really thought? It would be anarchy. And don't tell me you don't lie. Have you ever given a compliment that you didn't really truely honestly mean? Have you ever ended a conversation early so you could pursue other activities? Or what about when someone asks you what's wrong, and you tell them nothing? The human race can't tell the exact, blunt truth anymore; we've pissed too many people off with our lies. It's too late to say; "I'm sorry, I lied. Can I take it back?" Humans have trouble admitting their lies. I know I do. Even small ones, I still say something to defend it. I can never say "I made it up, all of it." It just doesn't work.

P.S.- Jamie Tworkowski-To write love on her arms...amazing story. Go buy a t-shirt.