Emily over at Skinny Emmie recently wrote a post about how most of us only share the good stuff. You know… “Been to the gym and did a zillion push-ups.” Or, “Just finished my 20km run.” Or we offer up pics of delicious dinners or healthy treats. Of course there are also the motivating quotes or “Just Do It” type memes.
We rarely share the bad, suggested Emily. “Look, I’ve just eaten an entire cheesecake!”
I think there are some people who share the bad, but it’s nearly always only bad… and they’re often the people we unfollow on Twitter or ‘hide’ on Facebook. “I’m so depressed.” Or “I’m sitting here crying.”
I’m all for reaching out for help, but too much maudlin tends to make me cringe.
Having said that, it occurs to me that I’m ridiculously honest. Too much so.
When I was writing my dad’s eulogy (for my brother to read) I had something in there like, “Although he wasn’t perfect, he…..”
“You can’t say that!” my brother said, “Not at his funeral.”
I must admit, it really wasn’t a no-brainer to me. It was the truth. Dad would have been the first to admit that he had his faults. In fact, I probably got my flat-out honest approach to life from him.
Sure I’m adept at the white lie, “No, you look great in those white stretch pants.” Or, “I really love your new (deadshit) boyfriend. His artwork shows so much potential.” But, when it comes to me, I tend to figure I should just lay myself bare and the world (at large) can deal with that.
I like to think I’m pretty honest in my blog posts. There’s stuff I hold back (which may surprise you!) but I feel compelled to be up-front with my thoughts and feelings. I’m big on confession (in a non-Catholic church-going way). I NEED to admit to my wrongs and my foibles. I’m happy to wonder aloud if not joining a gym is really about the: lack of classes of interest; my financial situation; or an apathy which sees me preferring to loll about my apartment.
Similarly, if I’m making unhealthy food choices and going ‘off the rails’ which I did recently, I feel like I need to admit to that rather than hide / gloss over the fact. Otherwise, what’s the point? I might as well be writing fiction!
Honesty isn’t always a good thing. I’ve had one or two comments (here) on my eating habits which have been a tad hurtful. But, I realise that I’m the one putting it out there… I can’t expect to admit to something and not deal with the repercussions.
What about you? Do you share the good and the bad?
Do you share at all?
PS. Emily’s post was actually about all of the other stuff that goes on in the background: that we (and our lives) are not the sum of what we share; and our existence isn’t defined by the big things. It just got me thinking about sharing in general!