I have yet to participate in the daily prompt, but the word today is “Candid”, and I can’t think of a better word to describe me and my blog. Of course, now that I have repeated the word a few dozen times in my head, it has stopped making any sense to me at all, as is the norm. Dammit. Okay, hold on.
So, according to my Webster’s Encyclopedic Unabridged Dictionary (be still, my nerdy little heart) Candid means: frank, outspoken, open and sincere. Straightforward, free from reservation…Well, I don’t know about free from reservation. Definitely have had my moments of “Should I really talk about this?”
But here is what I have figured out- when I write about (or talk about, which I also do) things that no one wants to write or talk about, people are so relieved. They are so happy to hear that they are not alone, that they are not the only ones thinking or doing or living with whatever set of circumstances they’ve been feeling so weird about.
I figured this out long, long before I started blogging- long before blogging was even a thing- that no matter how weird I thought something about me was, when I talked about it, other people invariably laughed and looked surprised, and said “Me, too!”. There have been no exceptions, or, if there were, I don’t remember. What I learned was, I am incredibly average- there is nothing that weird about me at all, except for maybe my propensity for discussing things we normally do not discuss. Those are my favorite, and I think the most important, things to discuss.
Okay, so maybe not everyone struggled with years and years of addiction. But I can guarantee you that everyone loves, or at least knows, someone who does have this struggle. So maybe for them, this is eye opening. Maybe they can understand a little better because I choose to be open with my struggles. Not everyone who has kids wonders if they aren’t the best parents…no, actually, probably everyone with kids wonders this at least a little. Hey, I am here, writing about my own deep love for my kids, and wondering if it’s enough.
Being candid in the world we live in now is more difficult than ever- it has become scary as hell to offend someone, and there is so much PC bullshit, you never know who the hell you might upset. My advice is to say what is on your mind. I mean, yeah, don’t be a racist weirdo- as a matter of fact, if you think what you want to say is racist, just don’t talk. We don’t want to hear that shit. But if it’s real, and true for you, say it. When someone asks you what you think, tell the truth. Be candid. That is a valuable asset these days- my friends seek me out when they need an honest assessment of something troubling them, because they know I will give it to them straight.
Be kind, but be candid. Be careful, but honest. There are enough fake people in this world, who will tell you what you want to hear when that will not help at all. Don’t be one of those people.