I Can't Help MyselfIt usually never crosses my mind to be dishonest. It wouldn't really matter anyway, because I am not a good liar. I tend to tell the truth even when it is uncomfortable for me. I don't think I do so in a rude way, but I suppose everyone takes things differently.
I think there are a lot of people who do not want to hear the truth. Maybe that is why I have never made friends easily. It often seems people don't want me around because I refuse to indulge them in their little fantasy land.
I had a close friend that I met when I was fourteen. I haven't seen her since I was probably 16 but we manage to keep erratic contact here and there. She moved across the country 7 years ago but we talk at the very least on our birthdays. She called me up a few years ago and admitted the only reason she hadn't called me in so long was because she knew I would tell her exactly what I thought about what was going on in her life at the time. I tell her the truth because I love her and care about her, and she knows that too. She only called me that day because she was ready then to face the truth. And I suspect had known all along what I was going to say.
I don't find lies appealing and I cannot tolerate dishonest people. I truly can't wrap my head around the desire to operate life shrouded in lies and deceit. Maybe that makes my company unappealing to others but honestly I don't really care.