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I had another odd dream last night.
Another dream with vaguely epic lengths (something about going to Ohio with my father and, apparently, kareila and some other guy.
We went down underground for.. some time. Then to some sort of train/subway and were in Ohio (not sure specifically WHERE in Ohio)
At one point, dad says we're in Detroit and I was like "Detroit? Isn't that in Michigan? I don't think we're in Michigan. We haven't been traveling for that long."
Then there was something about going to a bookstore, but it had just closed and I watch all these posters falling down over the windows, indicating A) they didn't want someone looking in while it was closed and B) It WAS closed
Then there was some apparently aimless wandering around.
The part I remember the best, though, was the oddest.
We had wandered into a small room, where the weather was being filmed and the normal weather girl was talking to some comic on the air who was giving this amusing but totally bogus weather report.
Since the weather is being filmed live and we're in the room already, kareila, the other guy with us and I are all on the carpetting, watching the monitor and waiting for the filming to end.
The comic finished and the weather reporter was JUST about to give the REAL weather when kareila stands up, directly into the center and introduces herself as "Jen Aurora" and starts to tell something about herself, but at that point, the dream is more inward as I'm sitting there going "Jen Aurora? What happened to Jen Griffin? Jen Aurora?!?!"
There was a little more, but not that I can remember. And then I woke up.

One note, in this dream, I don't think kareila represented herself, but something inside me.
(After all, what is an Aurora, but beautiful colored LITEs (misspelling intentional) in the northern sky)

What else?
My brother is so stubborn. Possibly more stubborn than I.
I'm not sure WHY, but he's singinging in front of Walden Bookstores at the Boulevard Mall on June 21st (Yes, the day Harry Potter V comes out)
So we ask him what songs he's going to sing, because I'm sitting here thinking that he could (SHOULD) have fun and try to come up with a setlist of appropriate songs.
So I'm spouting out every magic related song I can think of (Do You Believe In Magic?, Love Potion #9. Black Magic Woman, I Put A Spell On You) and he gets snippy and says he'll decide for himself what to sing.
Well, suit yourself.. but it'd be much more fun if you listened to me. Your big brother has good ideas occasionally.
He's so... uncreative sometimes.
Oh well, back to work on the thesis

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Funny thing about Honesty.
It's a two edged sword.
Everyone likes it. They want people to be honest. After all, how can you trust someone who isn't honest with you.
But no one wants that honesty pointed at them.
If you're honest about yourself.. really honest about yourself... you're brave.
If you're honest about others... really honest... well let's call it like it is.. brutally honest.
Intersting set of words... Brutally Honest.
Honesty.. and Brutal.
Honesty... Cruel, Cold-Blooded, Harsh, Severe.

If you're really honest about others, you're an asshole.

We have a whole near-science involved in being less than truthful.
Tact.
Tact generally includes the ability to use selective truths or, sometimes, hardly the truth at all.
No, of course not dear. That dress doesn't make your ass look fat.
No, the haircut looks good on you.
Let's not even get into Political Correctness...

Little White Lies.
It always amuses me when you explain to a child (a child, mind you, who is infinitely smarter than any adult I've ever known, including near-adults like myself) how lying is wrong, but little white lies are okay.
Have we ever considered that? What are you really telling that child?
Lying is wrong.. sometimes?

Sometimes I think we'd all be better off if we all stop being hypersensitive and just accepted the truth.
Yes, that dress DOES make you look fat.
Yes, that haircut DOES Make you look stupid.
Yes, you ARE an asshole.
No, it's NOT okay. That really offended me.
No, that's NOT an intelligent or well-thought opinion.

The fact is that we don't want to know the truths about ourselves. We don't want to think or discuss the other part of us.. the part that isn't the best us. Which isn't to say it isn't there. Every single one of us has it. Some of us tend to show it a little more than others *coughwhistle* But we all have it.
We all WANT to be the Protagonist, doing the best we can in a cruel world, the good guy in our own life stories.
The other side of this coin is... chances are you're the Antagonist in someone else's life story, adding to the cruelties the next man must suffer.
But that's not a fact we want to admit up to.

Anyways... I think I've driven this point home enough for myself.