Truth. Friend or Foe?
I've realized that every now and then you need a break from city life. The daily routine, the late nights out on the town, the early hung-over mornings...after a while they tend to take their toll. I was fortunate enough to have recently had some time back home in good ole upstate New York, and I have to tell you, it opened my eyes.A night at a camp on the lake was a great way to relax with fresh air and lots of open space. The hot/oppressive nights at my house by the pool reminded me of a simpler time. Perhaps it was all this suburban nostalgia that got me to thinking about the people in my life who have been making me want to leave the city to clear my head. So I went with this sudden feeling of clarity and told the truth. I was honest about what has been nagging me for months, maybe even years come to it. I laid it all on the line and I feel better.
Or do I?
There is something about telling the truth that makes you feel like you’re standing in the middle of Mass Ave with only your Manolo’s and a pair of sunglasses on for good measure while cars are whizzing past you screaming "fa fahks sake!" that is somewhat unsettling.
But what’s past is passed (ha) and only time will tell what any of it really means in the end, if anything at all. Sweet Girl told me it was a good idea and she’s usually always right when it comes to things like this so that's a good sign.
That’s one of the great things about telling the truth-once you do it there’s nothing left weighing you down or holding you back. It’s the great thing about coming back to the city too, everything is always moving: the busy street corners, the steady hum of traffic and the endless nagging of car horns, all far outweigh the silence and stillness of the suburbs-and that’s the truth.
posted by Victoria Comella @ 3:49 PM
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