I feel as though I have become a bit of a cynical person. I don't really like that I'm like this, but I find it hard to see the good in things. I think I'm just waiting for something to come along and prove me wrong to what I have experienced. I've been watching Sex and the City on tv sometimes and I never realized how interesting of a show it was until I saw one of the movies with my friend. In one of the episodes today, one of the girls was cheating on her boyfriend with an ex-boyfriend who was married to somebody else, and she was contemplating on whether to tell her current boyfriend what she had done. And she wondered if telling him the truth was a selfish act because it would make her feel better and less guilty. I thought a lot about that because that does make sense. You are going to hurt this person that you supposedly love to make yourself feel better about something horrible that you did. On the other hand though I think knowing the truth is better then living in a world of lies because at least with the truth you can know what kind of person they really are and not live in this fairytale world in which you believe everything is perfect. Nothing is ever perfect.
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