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How Honest Should We Be...


I was raised at a time when the words Honesty is the best policy was drilled in you, but does that mean you should be honest with people that are asking questions that are none of their business? 

I started thinking about how honest should we be after watching Sundays episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta. (don't judge) Twice a few of the women decided to do what I call group truth sessions. The first one was nothing but a huge mess. Screaming, blaming, and a fist fight between some of the men.You would think everyone would opt out on a second one, but no, they did it again while vacationing in Mexico.

My thought is, of course we should be honest, but do we need to ask our friends personal questions and expect complete honesty from them on subjects that are none of our business? I don't think we need to intrude on people like that. It's rude!

If someone feels the need to ask me a personal question I will answer honestly if I feel the question is necessary. Otherwise the answer that they'll get is, "I have a policy not to discuss my personal life with anyone it doesn't concern."  I don't feel obligated to answer questions just to satisfy someone being nosy. I guess I wouldn't last long on the Housewives!
“If it doesn't directly affect you, then it’s probably none of your business!” – Hussein Nishah
Peace, Love, & Hugs!

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