Cheating

According to Cosmopolitan magazine, Cheating is defined as—“anything that you don’t want your partner to know about”. Then, if this holds true, a lot of us are committing this deadly sin.  I for one agree.  What is there to hide? What is there to not know about? I know a lot of people would defend themselves for reasons of avoiding incrimination or a potential fight and thus, euphemizing it as “saving the relationship”. But isn’t exposure to true happenings the best dose of the reality of life? Isn’t it a stronger relationship when everything is held as its foundation? 

I really don’t understand why there is a need to conceal things.  As they say, its even harder to remember your fabricated stories than the real ones. So, why lie? More to that, when you do things that you think will ruin the relationship, why do it? When you have done things that made you look stupid, why continue being stupid by hiding and laughing at yourself by yourself? And if you love the person you are with, respect the commitment of/on honesty. And as I may state the very old cliché--  What you are right now is a product of what you have been in the past.--  So, if you continue denying your past, might as well deny your present too.  It’s the same banana (yes friends, I used it.).

Comments

  1. maueeOctober 28, 2011 at 1:29 PM

    sino pinapatamaan mo at para kanino to? -mauee hahaha. kwento dali!!!

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  2. AnonymousOctober 28, 2011 at 2:09 PM

    what did u discover banana?

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  3. lukieNovember 16, 2011 at 6:18 PM

    oo nga. sino ang cheater?? c maui ba?? hahahaha

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