I love honesty. Like raw…from the heart…true to yourself and others…honesty. I love it because it forces you to be honest with yourself about your intentions. And it forces you to be true to others about your intentions. And most importantly, it’s easy to remember. I’ve tried to tell white lies many years ago. I suck. I can’t remember what I did an hour ago on most days, so remembering lies is inefficient, a waste of my life and a waste of my energy. It’s also a waste of other peoples time to try and decipher lies.
Why do people lie? My opinion is that it is out of insecurity, fear and the need to be accepted. Not just accepted by others, but accepted by themselves. People lie so as not to hurt peoples feelings (supposedly), yet in the long run, their feelings end up being hurt far more by the lie than the truth would have hurt in the first place.
My assessment is that lies are a complete waste of time and life. How invigorating is it to actually accomplish your goals with TRUTH? It’s truly incredible!! Even if it was difficult to tell the truth and express your true heart felt intentions. The accomplishment of getting the truth across, getting it accepted (or at least understood) and reaching your goal…just wow. Nothing beats that. Nothing. Those ‘athletes’ that use drugs to get further ahead….I bet deep inside, they are not satisfied with themselves because they know it was not the real them that met those goals. That must feel like crap. Regardless of the recognition or materialistic outcome of it all. *They* are not the ones who accomplished that goal. And that must hurt.
So, in all the years I’ve spent realizing that, even though I don’t (and can’t) lie to others, I still tended to lie to myself. We’ve worked very hard on ourselves over the last 3 years and I can hear that voice in my head bullshitting me quite blatantly on a daily basis. “Come on!!! Three more scoops of ice cream won’t kill you!”. It also tries to tell me that people have cruel intentions and wants me to react with anger, etc. I spend a lot of time telling that voice to shut up. I’m at the point where I can laugh at it and recognize it almost instantly.
Today, for a split second, the voice came up again. I recognized it very quickly, calmed myself down and told it to shut up. In fact, what the voice suggested to me was so rediculous that I almost laughed out loud.
So, trying to figure out the rules around here has been rather interesting. It’s a whole different set of rules than in North America, yet somehow very similar. I have sent in papers for my citizenship. They have not arrived yet. We were told at the police station, earlier this year, that we have to cross the border and then come back again in order to get a stamp on entry back to Serbia. This will grant us another 90 days (since there is no visa requirement for here). We have done this once and it went well. I was hoping the citizenship thing would be completed by this point and we would not have to do it a second time. Our second 90 period is expiring on December 20. Even with an extra letter sent to Beograd, and asking them to speed up the process, the citizenship has not arrived (and frankly, I would have been surprised if it had shown up).
So, today, we have rented a car. We were going to drive down to visit Skopje (350 km away), and toggled back and forth between visiting there or going to the nearest sleepy border crossing to Romania and jump over and back again. We were slightly nervous that we might not be let back in again. After jumping back and forth on where we were going to cross, the car rental place made it an easy decision.
They charged us 10 euros more than the last time we rented. Raising the price during the off season?? REALLY? And lowered the alloted daily kilometres from 300 to 250. Um….what? So when Mike brought the car back home, I called them up with both receipts in my hands. He explained that they had raised the prices and lowered the kilometres of all the cars. 1. thanks for telling us and 2. wtf?? We’ve rented from them all summer and had a pretty decent business relationship built up. So I thought.
So, I hung up and decided we would only go to Romania and not give him an extra 70 euros on kilometres. He called back and told us he was going to dump the price by 10 euros. I said ok because at the first price, we can’t go to Skopje. Then he dumped it another 5 euros.
Interesting. We decided to just head to the Romanian border. When we got to the Serbian exit stop, they asked for the ownership, passports, etc. Check, check, check. Then they asked for the receipt from the rental. Gulp! I’d left it on the table at home beside the phone when I called about the price change.
After a bit of a wait, he looked at me and said “you only came here for the passport stamp?”. That little voice jumped up in my head yelling NO NO!!! It told me to say we’re going to visit some town (there’s nothing but farm field for 10’s of kilometres across the border). Really? Really voice? THIS is your advice? Shut up!!! You are not only annoying, but also a complete idiot! And who invited you to this party anyway? I’ve told you before that I have no use for you, so piss off! You are not truth and you are not love, so get out of my head!
So, I nearly laughed out loud, but instead I smiled 🙂 I told him that yes, we need the stamp. I explained my citizenship status and our plans for staying for the holidays and going to Greece after the new year. I told him that everything should arrive by the time we get back in the spring. I laid out all the cards in my Tarzan-like Serbian…..pausing for help with proper words. I also told him we are in the process of shipping our car over so we don’t have to worry about this rental thing any more.
He spoke to a few of his buddies higher up. There were some loud words exchanged in the office. They came back and told us the car could be stolen and they don’t know that it’s not because we don’t have the receipt. So, they cannot let us out of the country. I told him where the receipt is and if he can call the owner. They said they can’t. They asked what we were going to do in Romania. I told them we were going to have lunch or something and then come back. He told us to have lunch in their town. I said yes, but we still need the stamp. He said….no problem about the stamp, but we have better food here 🙂 Everyone was smiling and friendly and wonderful! They stamped us all and sent us on our way via U-turn.
Thank you kind border police! 🙂 Now we just need to stop by the police station in town again and we should be good until we head to Greece. This will be the last time we have to do this, and I’ll be happy once the citizenship papers show up 🙂 I do appreciate how awesome everyone was! Thank you thank you!