The Price of Honesty
As of late I've been thinking about how I relate to people. Lately, I think I've been paying though the nose for trying to be an honest man. I make it a point to be very truthful to friends because: Hey! they're friends and they deserve as much...even if the subject matter is a touchy one. But, I realize that only a special few (close friends) will only recognize the value of that.

It sucks to take a risk in bearing your soul and receiving nothing definitive in return. It's like hanging out on a limb and not being met halfway for it. I think it sucks that some people don't get this or they simply don't care. Right now, I'm wondering if being a truthful person at all is even worth it...