To be unique is something to be proud about, is something to cherish and celebrate because it allows one to separate oneself from the bunch, not diminishing their many virtues of course.

Many might find that statement a little pretentious but it's right, I mean, don't you feel uplifted when knowing you have a brighter imagination than your peers, or can draw very well, or those who are masters in the crypto world, don't you feel more special?
You should because you are, and there's nothing wrong about it as long as you don't use it to hurt or stump on other people.

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Yesterday while I was surfing through Hive's feed, laughing about an episode I had with my sister and an Exploding Egg, I was looking and reading to get distracted from the smell. I'll tell you, no matter how many liters of bleach and disinfectant or Glade you pour, that smell can last like the Energizer batteries.

Anyways, I found our beloved @galenpk and his Weekend-Engagement Posting Topics and started to think, Am I strange, am I quirky, am I loud?, etc, my habits, and I don't think much about those because they are habits, they are part of my daily life so much, that they are built up in me.

Nevertheless I decided to give it a go, just one this weekend, and celebrate that trade that makes me strange, peculiar, odd, but unique amongst my friends and family.

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I'm brutally honest, and that makes me strange and unique, at least amongst my circle.

You see, all my life I've been the kind of obedient person who plays by the rule book and keeps quiet before their superiors, etc, but that doesn't necessarily mean I don't raise my voice to say some truths, as ugly as they might be.

When I was in the 4th grade, I had an understudy teacher who was just amazing-She was caring, and wise and always treated us nice, but the time came for the real teacher to return and she was like the worse, like Miss Trunchbull, big and cranky, she was very different to the other one and the whole classroom resented her and our grades dropped.
One day, she summoned a meeting with our parents, and while that meeting was taking place the whole class was playing outside when one of my "friends" asked me if I knew what was going on. I said:

I don't know but that stupid lady must be talking about us.

Yes, I called her stupid.

In my defense, I was 9 and I was mad, and I didn't like her!. I know of course it was wrong, but I was a little kid, so cut me some slack.

The meeting ended and it was time for us to return to class, and the teacher, Gladys was her name, started to explain what she was talking about with our parents, and then asked if either one of us had something to share with her about the way she teaches, and my "friend" raised her hand and said:

I love you miss, but Rebeca here said you are stupid.

She looked at me and asked me if that was true, so I stood up and said:

Yes, I think you are stupid and I don't like you one bit.

That earned me a big scolding from my mom, who was still at the school when the teacher went to the principal's office to ask them to call her. After that, Miss Gladys understood the situation and changed her tactics and we became very close, I learned a lot from her and that episode became a very funny anecdote for both of us.

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Being honest isn't a burden or a curse, like a friend told me some years ago because she said I scared men away by being too honest about what I was seeing about their intentions towards me.
Let me explain, I don't like being lied to, period, so if a guy wants to pick me up and starts with the whole "I'll give you the moon and stars" just to get in my pants, and it's more than obvious, I would definitely call him out and ask him to speak frankly about his intentions, and it is my call if I agree or not, but dude, don't try to sell me the lovey-dovey fairy tale just to get 11 minutes in heaven.

I just can't help it, I call it as I see it, because I prefer that than getting my hopes up, giving in, and getting disappointed, so that tactic helped me to sort out the keepers from the rest, and I ended up with very good friends because of that.

Being honest has brought me some trouble as well because not everybody likes to be called out to on their flaws, not that I go at it with intentions of humiliating people or anything, I do it in a secure environment, where I can be as open as I can while avoiding a scene in front of an audience, but even if I try to hold it in, sometimes I just can't, and people have put some distance because of me and my mouth, even knowing I don't mean to disrespect anyone.

However, I'm not ashamed about it, on the contrary, I feel is a rare trade to find in people these days, and I celebrate it, because as I said before, not all like or want to be called out, many prefer living a fairy tale in their heads even if reality looks the exact opposite, some people like to pretend to know all, or bend like a twig just to make everybody like them, but that's not healthy, and it can bring more trouble at the end.

The phrase "A lie that makes you happy is better than a bitter truth" is false, and the faster we understand that the brighter our lives can be.

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That's it folk's, see you next time!

✨✨Blessings✨✨

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