Truth Schmruth

John Clayton Mayer. My oh my. He’s creating buzz over his Rolling Stone interview. You know how they say the truth sets you free. Well, that’s not always accurate. John let the bald cat out of the bag. So bald you can see its wrinkles. And people smiled, laughed, gasped, covered their mouths, picked up their jaws from the floor from time to time, muttered doubleyouteeheigh (wth), some muttered doubleyouteeeff (wtf) [hey, whatever rocks your boat], reread lines to make sure he said what he did, google more on him, fall in love with him, despise him..and the list goes on. (Hey people react in a number of ways, how on earth should I know each and every reaction? haha). I’m going to let you guys explore what he revealed in the interview yourself.
[suggestion: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/01/19/john-mayer-on-jennifer-an_n_429121.html]

So now the question is, how did I react? I laughed at his idea of humor (that some mistake for actual facts), feel sad that he’s heartbroken, feel warm and fuzzy cos i mean come on, he’s a crooner. But let’s face it, he sabotaged his image. Basically, he handed everyone a grenade to throw his way whenever he wears his masochistic jacket out. He’s not even trying to reach for the “Man-whore” label pasted on his back. In fact, he bought the “label” a new pair of shades.

After saying “John Clayton Mayer, my oh my” a lot of times, I came across his tweets: “Just read my Rolling Stone cover article. I’m still not sure if I would want to hang out with me” and “After 30 minutes of twirling my hair into a knot, I say “fuck it.” You can’t go wrong if you tell the truth.”

Call me biased but, I agree! You can’t go wrong if you tell the truth. Of course, what’s more important is HOW you deliver that truth. Cos telling the truth is not all that important when Ego is doing the evil-muahaha-laugh next to you. Telling the truth is not all that important when you’re hoping that the person you’re being truthful to will lie to you just to "balance" things off. Telling the truth is not all that important when your grand master plan is to run after you leap. Nope, telling the truth can’t go wrong if it comes from the arms of your heart (I don’t know about you, but my heart has arms. That’s right.).

I think it's clear that this entry is really just me talking to myself. Almost like an inside joke. hahhh.

Till then, blame not the Truth for Reality's doings. Blame not Love nor Time for an untouched heart. Blame has no place in your life nor do you have a place in its life.

Love,
Ben’s Belle.

I’m sorry I jumped. I thought you’d jump with me.