People have learned to say things that don't mean exactly what they mean.
When I was a teenager I asked my Dad what he thought of how I looked. He said, "Healthy."
When my sister talks about her house she says people say it is, "Homey."
I have always thought these two statements define how we avoid uncomfortable topics.
I wanted my Dad to say I was pretty, or beautiful. He said healthy. I felt plain, un-pretty, not attractive. He reinforced that.
When I look at my sister's living spaces I think cluttered, messy, uncoordinated, not unclean, but unattractive. I don't want to say that, so I go with what others have supposedly told her. Homey.
I wonder if we are really doing anyone a favor by being so evasive? Surely they think about what is said the way I always have. Instead of giving constructive criticism, or helpful knowledge, we hedge.
That may be much more unkind than we believe.
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