TRUTH INSIDE.

How much truth do I owe you?

Do I have to be honest? Is that what you expect from me? Is that why you’re here?

Am I obligated to tell you the truth?

Should I tell you when I’m lying?

I’m not sure.

What if I don’t even know that I’m lying? Is it still a lie?

I don’t know.

I do know that I’m not a fucking journalist. I carry no such obligation. I’m a guy.

I’m a guy who’s trying to figure out where the hell he went wrong — a guy who’s in pain — most of it self-inflicted and unnecessary. A guy who’s made a habit of sabotaging important relationships and successful businesses.

So I’m not sure why there would be an expectation that I’m telling you the truth.

Maybe if I were selling you something… maybe if I were making a promise…

In those cases, I would owe you the truth.

But when I’m just sending out an email, or posting my Substack, I don’t owe you anything.

I don’t owe you “valuable” content. I don’t owe you honesty. I don’t owe you shit.

I want to figure out what the “truth” is. For me.

But if you’re here for “truth,” you’re here for the wrong reason.

I like to get laughs. I like to make people think. I like to feel like I’m important and useful. I like to be respected and admired. I like to make money.

But I’m not a “truth” guy.

I’m not here to “speak truth.”

I just happen to land on something that feels like “the truth” sometimes, and occasionally, people tell me they like it. They encourage it. They tell me how much they appreciate it. They tell me I’m different.

What the fuck are you even reading this shit for?

Are you here because you like the drama? Do you like to see me in pain? Does it make you laugh? Does it make you feel better? Would you still be here if I wasn’t suffering?

“Suffering.” What a dick. I’m a 42 year old white guy, sitting in a pretentious artsy cafe, writing about my “pain” on an overpriced MacBook.

Seriously, why are you here?

Or maybe a better question is “why did I publish this?”

Did I accomplish my purposes?

Or am I still just dancing for you? The same as I was on Instagram…

Does it feel honest? Do you trust me more now?

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You read this whole damn thing? Even with the annoying single line paragraphs? 

(Thanks)