Honesty is MY policy
I’ve been told countless of times that I’m pathetically honest. People’s expressions also tell me so, they don’t even need to verbalize it.
But hey, that’s me. I don’t see anything wrong with being honest. As far as I can remember, it’s always been a nilai murni, something to be proud of.
Sure, there have been a few times when I had been naively honest. Like that time back in uni, when I was having lunch alone and this guy (I presumed he was a student) asked to join me. We ended up chatting and he asked for my phone number. And I gave it to him. Later, I smacked myself in the head for being so stupid i.e. divulging my phone number to a stranger. He could be a serial killer for all I know! He did call a couple of times after that, asking me to go for a party but I declined each time, and he stopped calling after that. Never heard from him since that 2nd phone call. Phew!
I never start out thinking the worst of people, except maybe when it comes to animals. I never consciously think that people would intentionally want to cheat me or lie to me, although I do try to be cautious.
I’ve never believed in lying or cheating or being dishonest in any way that would hurt or cause harm to others because I believe eventually, karma happens.
Of course, little white lies don’t count because they are supposedly harmless. The one lie that I tell the most these days are to the people who try to get me to sign up for their credit cards. I tell them, “No thank you, I’ve got one already.” Politely. Because they are just doing their job and trying to make a living.
So yeah, maybe I am pathetically honest. But I’d rather be “pathetically” honest (no, I don’t think I’m pathetic at all) and feel good about myself than be a serial liar who’s constantly trying to keep up with the lies s/he tells. Or one of those people who are take advantage of a situation to be dishonest/deceitful at someone else’s expense.
Always a pessimistic idealist… the perfectionist… animal lover… dance enthusiast… and snob to people who don’t know me. Coz I’ve got the “proud peacock look”, according to a friend. Ah well… always takes one to know one, no? 
