Is honesty the key?

Do we always have to tell the truth? I mean...c'mon, it worked for James Frey...that is until he was slapped with a lawsuit from the Seattle Federal Court, but that's beside the point. He wrote a decent book with good imagery. When I first found out about it (the Million Little Pieces debacle) I thought why didn't he just write the damn book and call it fiction. The thing is that if someone writes something that is so disgusting and engrossing at the same time and lives to tell about these non-fictional accounts, especially on the set of Oprah, then there's hope for us all. It's not like I'm fostering some dream to write a book detailing my life as a drug addict, alcoholic, and criminal but knowing that Frey could do this and get away with a simple apology to his consumers is hopeful. My point is that calling his tale non-fiction gave it more credibility and value whereas now it's just another story with a pound of gossip attached. However, maybe I'm missing the mark on my own point. Virginia Woolf seemed to believe that truth lies within fiction; that it's by our own imaginations that we can best describe our true desires and opinions. If this is true then you must allow me to tell you a story:

I dated him for 8 months, then we went on a break, got back together, broke up, became trapped in the relationship status we termed "limbo", broke up, hooked up, and finally ended it as friends; but of course this is all fiction ;). On with the story...he was my first boyfriend and my first love I might add, but I've accepted that you can't escape something that's not meant to be. As tough as it is to make a decision when your head and your heart are in conflict, it's inevitable that this said decision will have to be made at one point or another. I guess I began with the topic of honesty because if I was able I'm not sure I would like to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I would sure as hell like to erase the part where he cheated on me and more so, the part where I cheated on him. I know that sounds an awful lot like regret but I'd prefer to stray away from that wording. Because if nothing else, this relationship has taught me what kind of person I am and what I need in a significant other. I know now that whether or not you tell the truth, which by the way I did precisely one hour after I committed the crime, the truth comes out eventually and it bites increasingly harder the later it's spilled.

This isn't about avoiding embellishments scattered throughout my love life; it's about doling out the most truth from my experiences in order to create something more fulfilling for you. Maybe then, it will be in my truths that someone else will find the root of a good story.

Introduction Into Cyberspace

Alright. I've come to the conclusion that no matter how hard I try to squeeze out a witty frame of mind I have yet to arrive at an eloquent one-liner describing what has motivated me to arrive at this point. The point that is to be so willing for others critiques and applause that I would maintain a daily diary (at least weekly) describing the events that so dramatically define my life. But that's not exactly it, I don't need another's dismissal or approval, it's not about my acceptance into mainstream society; it's that without all of the details that I might include in a journal only privy to my eyes, I write more focused, more intently, and if I gain only one audience member then I will have succeeded in something...,unless that one audience member is the stalker type which would just be creepy. At the least I hope this blog can provide a bit more variety in the otherwise obsessive compulsive lives of facebookers everywhere. Anyhow, I figure the best stories whether they be fiction or non-fiction are the ones that are relatable to the person reading them and if keep my thoughts to myself that's not helping anyone. So here's my life...read, comment, and remember.

On that note, from this point on you will hear what I love, what I loathe, and a little in between. Danke!