Who really likes to hear the truth? More specifically, who HONESTLY likes to hear an unwanted truth? No, I’m not referring to religion, at least not directly. I’m talking about the truth about something or someone.
Before deciding to compose this blog, I had just come across a Huff Post article about white parents & the hair of their biracial children. The article itself didn’t motivate me to discuss this topic but rather the anticipated comments that usually get left on any public post regarding race. It’s like these are the platforms people utilize for their prejudice & bigotry.
Then, there ARE the posts regarding religion. Anyone who knows enough about me realizes that I don’t believe in conventional religion. However, I’m not bothered by anyone sharing something that is inspired by their faith (as long as it isn’t harmful). I’m more bothered by other non-believers, specifically their insults.
For me, these two subcategories fall under bullying. I don’t care about disagreements. We were NOT created to be exactly like each other. I’m a former victim of bullying & child abuse. As a black man in America, I expect to deal with prejudice against my skin complexion. No, I do NOT ACCEPT it, but I expect it. As a spiritual being, I EXPECT ridicule from both religious groups & non-believers, but it is not acceptable.
“Just be yourself” is neither good nor bad advice. I’d rather be myself instead of someone else, but who I’ve been is not someone who is going to have a happy ending. I am always going to have issues with commitment because my existence was a mistake. To clarify, the first people I encountered in my life told me that I was a mistake. Before I made any friends, I was being mentally conditioned to not be compatible with any other human: if I couldn’t trust my own family, I wouldn’t be so trusting of others. It did take some time before the damage set in because I was still seeking the love & affection I was not getting at home as a child. By the time I became an adult, I was well on my way to a very lonely ending.
I grew up questioning everything, not because my doubts were so strong, but because I had no one to teach me anything. Throughout my whole life, so far, I’ve been left to find answers on my own. I discovered that I could not discuss with anyone whatever I learned because everyone around me was completely sure of whatever they believed to be true.
To this day, I have lost count of how many people I’ve met, became close to, then had to watch leave my life. I’ve grown tired of this. If my honesty drives people away, I’ll do myself the favor of not letting anyone else get close to me.