how it is

Lately, it seems as if everybody has been taking great pride in telling me ‘how it is.’

At lunch, a co-worker took notice of the cheeseburger I was eating and said, “you really need to start eating more healthy, because I’ve noticed that you’ve been gaining weight. Hey, I’m not going to blow sunshine up your butt…I always tell it like it is. That's just how I am.”

While out drinking with a friend a few weeks ago, I commented that the girl sitting across the bar from us was quite attractive. My friend looked at me and said, “you don’t have a chance. That girl is way out of your league. Look, sorry if you’re upset, but I’m just telling you how it is."

People nowadays take such pride in telling it ‘like it is.’ Their opinion is obviously important. And I clearly need help…help that only they can provide.

But strangely enough, I know I’ve gained a few pounds. I also know that my physical appearance isn’t in the same league as the Brad Pitts and George Clooneys of the world.

And I find that I don’t want people telling me ‘how it is’…or how they think ‘it is’…or that I need their help in seeing ‘how it is’.

And if you meet me someday, please don’t tell me 'how it is'.

I’d much rather you lie to me instead.