Say What You Mean, Mean What You Say

Do you? Do I? I am examining this today. Just ponder food for quilting. I have issues with evasiveness. Maybe its my curious nature. The need to know it all. I would like to think that I am diplomatically direct.( often times not a good idea at all)  That I mean what I say and say what I mean and expect the same in return. This for me is trust building. The evasiveness, trust erosive. Secrecy sucks big green mean wienies!
Trust. What a big word. I find it difficult at best to trust again. Truth is, I find it difficult to do or have anything again since Jamie left. I do seek repair, sometimes it just escapes me.
I still would rather have bad news, not so good news, right up front. No sugar coating, no Splenda substitutes, just say what ya need to say and get it out in the open for God's sake. I have little patience for brain games, nor do I wish to be blind sighted or ambushed at a later date. I have never enjoyed surprises, good or bad. It dishevels me so. Could be a matter of respect too. Who cares what I wish for? Respect. Or lack of. Hmmmm
Could be why people do not like politician's. Some people were born good politician's eh?
Ahhh Tina Turner  wailed it well..."What's love got to do with it"?
Truth is that it takes MORE than love.
 John Lennon, All you need is love". BULLSHIT.
Life takes MORE than love. He took too many drugs. Clouded his clarity.
Hey! Bet you didnt know that you'd be part of the morning ramblings today did ya? I sorry... I should phone a friend. Sometimes even venting to a friend isnt the right answer. Unsafe. Wheres safe? Who's safe?
The dog! Gingerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr::::whistling::::::