a truth.

My honesty and sincerity are often times alienating and embarrassing to others.

My sister told me that once, that my sincerity was embarrassing to her, and at first as I was really hurt by that. How could telling the truth be embarrassing? . . . . and then I thought of all the times that I embarrassed myself, or someone else by telling a truth.

I think it's a fine line between sharing your feelings and imposing on someone else's feelings. I walk the line. I've always been this way. I think it has something to do with being passionate, and feeling others are just as passionate about ribbon, or East of Eden, or Vince Guaraldi, or kombucha, or making good art, or glitter, or traveling, or food and water rights, or the Great Pumpkin, or Continental Airlines, or just about feelings in general... I tend to get carried away by pretty much everything.

I've been thinking about that a lot since this past weekend. I think I get worse when I'm exhausted. Just like I start to sound more Southern when I am tired or mad or trying to sell something to someone.

I've also been thinking about the idea of good traits that are also character flaws. I got stuck on this one though, so I haven't thought of any others yet.