I pride myself on being able to tell people the truth...not too bluntly, mind you, but I never gloss it over. If, for instance, my friend Brittany asked me how her new hair looked--I would not tell her "Oh, it looks fabulous!" Because frankly, her hair stylist butchered it-and the coloring job? She looked like Strawberry Shortcake!
I would most likely tell her, "It's interesting, but it doesn't really suit your facial features. I could help you find an awesome hat to keep it under cover for a few days," because that's what nice people do. They tell the truth, but they also don't go, "UGH, it's terrible! Awful! Horrendous! Really, what were you thinking?!"
Now I'm all for giving advice or answering you when you ask for my opinion, that's fine. What's NOT fine is asking me-begging me for it-and then when I give it to you, breaking down and sobbing. Hell, while you're at it, you might as well say, "Oh, you've ruined my life!!"
You know full well that when you ask me for my opinion, I'm gonna give it you. So for God's sake, if you can't stand to hear it, don't ask me! It's not brain surgery. Trust me, I don't like your response anymore than you apparently dislike my opinion. It goes both ways, hon.
Moral of the story is this: I know you know that when I give you my opinion, it's...my opinion. Don't expect me to lie to you; you ask me and I'm giving it to you.
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