The Sound of Truth

From the seeds of a few of my other blogs, came up this one:The Sound of Truth. What do I mean when I say this? Well this is actually a song by the band As I Lay Dying,but the title means even more. I've been doing my best for years now to help those that come to me. I've been there for them, but as years go by, this gets harder.
People expect me to say what they want to hear. It's like this for everything. They're mad at someone and I feel like I'm obligated to diss that certain someone to make this other person feel better. But then I ask myself, why? Do I even have a right or a reason to diss the other person I have no experience with?
Say someone comes up to me and starts bitching about their mom. I listen and as I'm listening, I think of how to reply. I hear the most ignorant stuff sometimes about how life is unfair and how people act like they have it the worst, over what? A small dilemma of their mom yelling at them over something like cleaning their room or not trying in school. I understand this feeling, my parents constantly nag me too, but they only do it cause they care. The person expects me to talk shit about the parent(s) and also agree with whatever argument the foolish child has come up with. But what if I disagree with your argument? What if I actually realize what your parent goes through as a parent? What if I actually try to comprehend what's going on in their mind and their hearts? What if I know why they actually WANT you to become a normal person in life?
Yeah, think about it.
And that isn't the only thing. There are plenty of other stupid words I hear everyday. Someone telling me about their teacher "being a bitch" to them cause they didn't do their homework. Really? A teacher is paid a small amount to teach students and they get paid for that and the school gets paid for the presence of the child. The teacher expects you, the student, to finish a small task the night before and turn it in today. You decide to instead go out with your friends and get high. Then you come home late and find your parents worried sick. They start yelling at you for the tardiness and interrogating you endlessly. Then you run up to your room and shout "You just don't understand!" and slam the door. Then you sit down and start texting, huffing and puffing.
"Ugh, my parents are such assholes. I hate them I wish they'd die!"
And you send that to 5 people. Four of them reply, "yeah dude, I hate parents. They're just the cloud to any parade."
Then about 10 minutes later, probably cause I was guitaring at the time, reply to your little whining and say, "Dude, you come home at 930, after sneaking out who knows when, and you probably reek of weed. Don't you think they have a right to be mad?"
And then they'd reply, "No! They dont understand my life. They think they know everything."
News flash: they probably do know more shiet than you already do, so shut the fuck up.
Sorry this is getting repetitive, but it all leads to one thing! People wanting to hear what they want to hear and anything else to them is a lie and I am immediately marked as an enemy of theirs. Just because I didn't diss that random person for doing something to YOU, something you probably deserved, or cause I don't call your/my parents assholes for something that they need to do because they love us and care for us. Or when I call a teacher unfair for giving you an F on a test you told me you were studying for when in reality you had a dick down your throat.
Get rid of the habit of expecting me to comfort you in a way that makes me feel like a fucking liar. I want to help, but I don't want to degrade myself to where I have to lie to you and myself in order to do so. And for all you people out there that think you're right when you complain about the people in your life that care for you, well shut the hell up. You're far from being right, you're just a little attention whore.
You have all heard what you wanted to hear for too long, break the habit please. So whatever the problem is, keep your head up and, of course, don't stress. =]