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.