Tuesday 21 April 2015

Lies Of Omission Ruin Everything!



We have all been in relationships where we decide to withhold certain information from our partners to spare their feelings, avoid too many questions or to avoid a fight. That is all great until your partner figures out that you were actually out gallivanting the streets with your ex the previous day and not at work, slaving away as he or she assumed. 


When this happens, who is at fault?

You might defend yourself by stating that they never asked what you were up to, yet your partner assumes that you would be forthcoming in instances such as these.

As everything in life, nothing is completely black or white or even just grey. There is somewhat of a spectrum. Some omissions are harmless, while others are necessary and pretty damning. Some believe that omissions are another versions of white lies, but not inherently lies in themselves. But at what point do you draw the line? When does an omission become a lie? Or does it even become a lie at all?


Lies of omission are often just as damaging as an outright untruth. When someone makes a conscious decision not to disclose information for one reason or the other, that would have an overwhelmingly negative effect, as far as I'm concerned, it’s no different from telling me an outright lie.

You will have some people argue that there is no such thing as telling a lie by omission which is purely an individual opinion.
But the effects of lying and failing to inform with all the necessary information causes two damning things

  • Doubt in what you do say
  • Doubt in what you do NOT 

Once you have yourself in a situation where someone finds it hard to trust what you do say, that relationship is pretty messed up.

A strong and solid relationship needs trust to thrive and when the most sacred of trust bonds is broken, it isn’t easily repaired.
Relationships cannot thrive without solid communication. When one partner feels mistrust and not able to trust the other, this hinders the ability to talk things out and communication becomes broken and crippled.

Trust is the foundation of any good relationships. If trust becomes compromised it can lead to really serious problems in the relationship. Without trust, it is hard to maintain the level of intimacy needed in a relationship.

Big or small, you should never lie to someone you claim to love. The bigger the lie, the more it will hurt your relationship. Honesty is as important to your relationship as love. Lying contradicts everything that love stands for. Love is meant to be a mechanism of openness and honesty enabling us to grow together.

I do not think anything compares to what happens when someone hears what you are saying, maybe even believes it but wonders what else have you left out.


A few months back I was seeing a guy which then progressed into a short term relationship. 

Very short and I will tell you why!
When we first got together, I asked him outright what was the situation with his ex-girlfriend and in his exact words, "I would have married that girl, but no we do not speak anymore."

My first thought was "Wow!! Thank God for that!" and I never asked again.
I mean, who wants to be dating a guy who is best pals with the girl he used to bang and wanted to marry?


Now me and this guy used to speak every single day, at least twice and see each other no less than 3-4 times a week. (We worked within 15 minutes walk of each other so it was easier to pleasantly stalk one another)


Six months later, we had met up after work, and dining at TGI's, gnawing at the all time amazing Jack Daniel wings platter.


He asked me, What guys are on your case at the moment?"


I answered diplomatically without really answering, "There are always guys babe, but you are the one I am with."


I mentally high-fived myself my swift atticism right there- but alas, an opportunity to ask about the wretched ex he used to bang and wanted to marry.


"How often do you speak to your ex? (I have never learnt her name...why would I need to?)
pretending to be occupied with my Blueberry Daiquiri.

"Yeah we speak quite often."
Silence--- very awkward silence
I laughed and asked how often?
With that began the ending of my relationship.

To cut the story very short, it turned out that they did more than speak often.
  • They messaged each other up until the early mornings almost every other day.
  • They spoke on the phone minimum once a week
  • They met for lunch dates and bingo every two weeks.

In short, they had become so close as friends that in my eyes, they were back in a relationship!!
As all this was going on, for SIX months, I was completely oblivious. I figured, with him spending so much time with me, where would he have the time to entertain another woman.
To him, he did nothing wrong as I had never asked about their relationship and when I eventually did, he did not lie.

Whilst his facts are correct, I was now in a situation! 
Do I continue in this, unhappy, doubting his every syllable and questioning if he is telling me the whole truth or just the bits I won't question and get upset about?

Even though I do believe he may not have been romantically involved with his ex, the regularity of their interaction and the way I was purposely kept out the loop, made me feel that, this was not the type of person I could trust.


He was dependable, definitely.. but trustworthy? You don't simply miss out for over six month you have been seeing your ex (the one you used to bang and wanted to marry), every two weeks!

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My feelings went from betrayal, to anger, to rage. This wretched ex knew I was on the scene but was failing dastardly to respect! I knew where she lived and considered sending some goons to teach her small small lessons. (Yes.....I know where the GOAT lives)





But really it was sadness that the man I had chosen to give my time to, also failed to respect me or protect our relationship from such a scandal that truly hit home. 


In conclusion, the fear of what I did not know and lack of respect overcame my feelings for him and we came to a very sad but necessary end.



The biggest lie about lies is that a lie of omission is not a lie!


 A lie of omission is an intentional failure to tell the truth in a situation requiring disclosure or a lie is not in the words or the lack of words, it’s in the intention of the deceiver; the intent is to elicit a specific response from the asker.

A lie of omission is the most insidious, most pervasive, and most common lie on the entire planet. Commonly, those who use this type of lie very often, have conned themselves into believing that to intentionally remain silent when ethical behaviour calls for one to speak up is not a lie at all. In spite of overwhelming evidence that their silence deceives, misleads, and often causes untold grief and misery, they refuse to speak the truth.


No matter how great a person is to you, if you cannot trust them, there is no intimacy, no closeness, no love. Love cannot co-exist with mistrust and deception. Lies not only destroy love between of a couple, but also the person who was deceived.

Without trust, it is a struggle to like not mention love them. If the betrayal is too great, it probably best to move on than to drive yourself crazy about what you do not know.

Keen to hear people's thoughts on this one!



Light, Honesty and Watermelon Fresh Logic!

Ghenz


 



Which Woman are you?

After almost a year of not having anything tangible to talk about, starting many blogs but never really finishing them, I finally decided to write this and not move until I published it. I am hoping that the time away gave me time to grow, self analyse  bit better.

I always found that writing blogs allow me to find clarity in my mind and divulge through the vast multitude of internal rants and thoughts.

So yes....you can say this is the first time in months I am thinking coherently enough to blog and making sense of it all.

Relationships. Why do I chose to talk about this? I am not really sure! I am happily single and not really mingling at all. Why? There are various reasons.

I could be ready, but I'm just not that bothered,  in that "too comfortable and stable mind to settle for a title" mindset. 

Have you ever been in a situation where..you don't want what you have but you don't know what you want so you just stick with it until..... either a miracle or tragedy happens, or you simply grow some balls and act. If you have.. you can relate to the annoyance. If you haven't, trust me. It is irritating.

It is like eating bread everyday when really you know you want chicken but because you are scared of going hungry, you continue to unhappily eat the bread rather than getting up to forage for that chicken.
(Weird analogy... I know. get used to this!)

I read somewhere ( I can't remember) that for you to know what kind of partner you want, you need to first decide what kind of partner YOU want to be yourself. Which I suppose....it makes alot of sense.

I have always fancied myself to be a facilitator, the force behind a movement. I take joy in coaching, supporting and helping others get to where they want to go. I love seeing the benefits of my input, words inspiration and motivation in peoples lives. 

The first thing that truly interests me within a guy is his goals and ambition. I automatically weigh up what he is aiming for and how I can facilitate that. My interest simply wanes when he either doesn't have a goal or I see no real positive impact I can have on him.

One of my biggest role models in life is definitely Michelle Obama. She is a special kind of woman. It is not like she is the first First Lady ever but to me, she is the first I noticed and was able to identify with. 
In her I saw the beauty of not being the head but the neck that supports the head. The facilitator. In looking at her and her marriage from my point of view, I understand the power and impact the right woman has not just on her life but of all those around her.

Being able to understand your own purpose and strenghts allows you to decide what and who is best for you. 




Monday 8 July 2013

I am NOT a slut slammer, HOWEVER......



Ladies men...are irresistibly annoying! 
There is something so annoying about a guy who knows he is irresistible, says and does irresistible things meanwhile you know in the back of your mind...you are definitely not the only woman that is potentially falling prey to all that irresistibleness.  The so called Ladies men.


So recently, I was seeing this guy. Ok! So he was decent looking...and by that ..I mean he was screeaaming "OMGosh" handsome. Dark, sharp shape-up, 6 ft 3, deep voice like Barry White, body that belongs in one of those Men's Health Magazines AND he did the whole opening of doors and pulling of seats! Oopffhh! If you know me at all, you will know that this was a guy dangerously after my heart. However it had only been a few dates so it was very very very early days just yet.


Anyways.


Everything was going swimmingly!!! I was even starting to daydream about what our first kiss would eventually be like....until ..the "Body Count" conversation popped up over a glass of Pinot Noir. 

Now as odd and political this subject is, I was all too happy to play along and find out his first. wasn't going to share information with him unless his response was definitely a honest and sincere one.

"You go first” I said coyly, looking up all flirtatiously through my eyelashes. 

“Try and guess,” he replied in that deep delicious voice that sent chills down the back of my arms. 


So I gave him a good hard look from head to toe, drinking in his chiseled cheek bones, broad muscular shoulders and biceps, slim waist, and his long well formed thighs through his "True Religion" jeans with my eyes whilst mentally salivating.
In my mind, I multiplied the number of weeks it took for God to sit and formulate this fine being by the number of years he lived minus the age I presumed he would have lost his virginity plus the number of girlfriends he had previously mentioned plus the number of summers flings he potentially would have had...


I came up with 45. Well I guessed 45 would be a really high but realistic number for a guy this beautiful. I mean he looked like a Greek god that had been rolled in dark chocolate and slow roasted in wine. His skin was so fresh! It was just begging to be licked!
"Mmm 40?" I replied tentatively. I was actually hoping it was half that number or even a fourth.
He looked at me incredulously and laughed so hard.... the hopeful smile started to drop from my face..sloowwly.He glanced down at his drink then seductively looked up at me. My nipples hardened. KAIIII!!!!!


After a long pause and just before I was thinking to rip off his top... he replied, "207"


I froze.
I didn't gasp,
I didn't blink, 
I didn't even flipping breathe!


I just sat frozen and stared. 
I think I mentally fainted..... I had a seizure of the soul! (Nigerian accent)


He placed his hand on mine and I automatically pulled my hand away like I had been burnt by fire.


"207?!!" I shrieked! "That is a the population of a small village! What are you? Public toilet?" Nigerian accent on full blast! I was soo shocked, that I had forgotten I was British!

"Are you a Vaginator? Some kin Vaginasmith?!"

Suddenly, as I looked at this beautiful creature, all I could see was Chlamydia, Gonorrhea and Syphilis tiny monsters crawling all over his face and body, pointing and cackling at me.
I imagined all the 207 different female juices that his skin was carrying. The notches on his bedpost. Would there even be a bedpost left after 207 notches? Maybe he ran out of bedposts so now he notches his mattress.


I had sooo many questions!! "So... is this a babe every other weekend? How many kids do you have? How many Mother's day cards do you buy a year!? Have you ever contracted something? You must have to wrap your penis in some sort of Biohazard bag! Do you even still have a soul? Do you even ejaculate anymore? Do you even get feeling down there anymore? Aren't the nerves in your willy broken.. or sore? Did you go through females in one family or area then move on? Do you find it hard forming bonds? Do you have mother issues, I mean did your mum abandon you as a child? Where any of those your family members? Did you even know your mum, bruv? So do you agree you have attacked more vaginas than cervical cancer? Are you're sure you're not just gay and trying to suppress the homosexual desires?"

Needless to say...the date ended soon after. I found it hard to make eye contact and we never really spoke again there after.

I felt like I had somehow lost respect for him in a way. In my opinion there is nothing interesting about a guy that almost the whole of Bristol has had. That is bad of me.. I know..but definitely was not interested in being number 208.

Number 208... like some Chinese Menu Order.

I didn't mean to judge him on all TWO HUNDRED & SEVEN women he had Kpo'd but hey had it been the other way around... he might have thrown the bottle at my head. 

 Yeah, it's possible I over-reacted but I was not dumb enough to think this....guy was going to change for me. Is my name JESUS?! In my opinion, unless the Holy Spirit is FULLY involved, Man whores only grow up to either be lonely old playboys or philandering HIV infested husbands.

Neither of which I want any connection with!

Tuesday 14 August 2012

Food for Fort

When you refuse to listen to your instincts. That quiet nagging voice in the back of your head....you tend to suffer the consequences of your stubbornness and hard headedness.

Better sooner than later.

Thursday 10 May 2012

The First


The first to love is the purest
The first to care is of gold
The first to forgive is the strongest
The first to believe is of faith
The first to apologise is the bravest
The first to forget is the happiest

Tuesday 24 April 2012

An Afro First Lady


When I saw this picture, my first reaction was to jump for joy! Then..I realised..it was just a photoshopped image. How cool would it have been if this was a real picture? 

Monday 23 April 2012

Broody!

Recently I have been feeling increasingly broody. INCREASINGLY! I cry when I see babies. I cry when I hear a baby crying. I sigh at the sight of baby clothes. The other day, I downloaded a "Baby names" App. Sad right!? Miserable even!
According to my concerned friends, it is my body telling me that I am ready to finally use my uterus. Unfortunately the rest of my life doesn't agree. Such as the fact that my finances and career are not where I want them at yet. Especially the fact that my mother has not decided to retire yet from her job or wearing skinny jeans. Thus I won't have a free live in babysitter until she is ready to mature and accept Grandma-ship.
Finding a suitable sperm donor would also be pleasant as impossible as it starting to seem.
Till then I will just swoon over these super cute pics!