Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Faking Honesty

I know, there hasn’t been a blog post for a while. I’ve been busy… for being unemployed. Really, I have been busy. But that’s not why there haven’t been any blog posts. You see, I’ve been writing blog posts. I just haven’t been posting them. I know, that doesn’t make sense when the purpose of writing blog posts is to post them online and let other people read them. That’s kind of what bloggers do. That’s what makes them bloggers. I guess maybe that means I’m a crappy blogger. But the fact that I’m blogging now has to count for something, right?

Just to let you in on a little secret, I guess the reason I haven’t posted any of the blog posts I’ve written lately is because, well, they’re too honest. And I’m just not sure I want to be that honest. So until I can find something to say that is more comfortable, less risky, and ultimately a less honest level of honest, I just won’t say much. In other words, until I can find a way to convincingly feign honesty (which would seem to be an oxymoron), I’m not going to risk being really, truly honest. Faking it is so much easier.

I remember times when I’ve been leading a small group Bible study or something and I really want the group to go deeper and learn to trust and be candid with each other. How do I try to get this to happen? As part of the discussion I share with the group some secret or fault or struggle from my own life as a way of modeling transparency and honesty and trust. The thing its, the secret or fault or struggle from my own life typically isn’t something that is a big deal to me in any way, shape, or form, but I play it up like it’s a big deal because I’m trying to set an example. That makes total sense, right? I’m basically pretending to be open and honest. It’s feigned honesty… which really isn’t honesty at all. And the truth is, most of us are quite accomplished at this sort of thing. What we are generally NOT good is, is true transparency, true openness, true honesty.

And you know what? It’s impossible to have true community and true friendship without those things. How are we ever going to really know each other deeply and do life together with authenticity if all of us are continually running around faking it? (That’s a rhetorical question. The answer is implied.)

Now, I’m not saying the Internet is necessarily the place to live this out. There are some things with which the nameless masses don’t need to be privy. But there has to be SOMEONE (or someoneS) who we are willing to share everything with, even the last 5%. As it is, we typically only share the stuff that we really don’t need to share while the stuff that is absolutely eating us up inside and even threatening to destroy our lives remains hidden, just out of sight, covered with a fake smile and a thin veneer of false-spirituality, like a smelly, festering sore being covered with a Hello Kitty Band-Aid.

But here’s the thing: That last 5% that lurks in the dark recesses of our lives only becomes more powerful the harder we try to keep it hidden. So it continues tearing us apart from the inside out because we are so afraid of the consequences of having our dirty laundry aired and having our dark secrets brought out into the light. But here’s the thing about deep, dark secrets that are brought out into the light: They cease being deep dark secrets. They get a little lighter and a little less secret, and because of that, they begin to lose a little of their power over you.

I think that’s why Paul said “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ (Galatians 6:2 NIV).” I don’t know about you, but that verse is hard for me to live out. It’s not hard for me to carry someone else’s burden; it’s hard for me to suck it up and be honest enough to share my burdens with someone else so they can help me carry them. And that needs to stop. So maybe in a few days I’ll throw up a few long-simmering blog posts. Or not. (See, I’m just being honest!)

4 comments:

Dena G said...

Wow...I get this one. Hits a little too close to home for me. I have an almost-empty box of Scooby Doo Band-Aids myself, a pretty shaky smile at times, and my blog "posts" are all posted safely in my head instead of where they belong.

That's part of the reason I stopped blogging awhile back...it was either take it down a level or stop entirely, so I stopped. But the words are all still there...and someday, I think I may explode if I don't find an outlet.

I think my fear is not so much about allowing other's to help me carry my burden, but that people will take a step back and say "Oh, well, if THAT'S the real you, I'm not sure I want to be here". I know that's ridiculous, because I have the best friends in the world...people whom I KNOW won't walk away, but I listen to the fear...and it wins.

I took a step into the light a couple of days ago and shared something "scary" with a few people. And you know what? The burden lightened immediately and the day was brighter...and the secret didn't seem so huge and overwhelming anymore. The light dispersed the darkness. When will I learn?

Thanks for being honest, Geoff.

Geoff said...

Thanks for the comment, Dena. And for the record, I miss your blogging!

Judy said...

To be honest, I didn't want to read this. I didn't want to be touched or read something that would strike a chord. But, I read it anyway, mostly because Dena posted it, and probably the spirit made me do it.

I've been hit myself pretty hard, recently, and I do the same thing every day. I paint the smile on and tell everyone that I'm fine, fine, fine. But, I'm not fine. And, because I stand around, being a fake, all the comes out of me is fake. My tweets are fake, my facebook status', ... it's all one big high fructose corn syrup lie. And, I hate it.

Thanks for being honest and for making me cry. I don't know when the real me will come to the surface, but I pray it does.

Keep writing. It's good to finally get to know you.

Geoff said...

Thanks for your transparency, Judy. I'm finding that the whole openness and honesty thing is a long process, but it's a worthy pursuit nonetheless. I'm glad the post connected with you.