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People Who Don’t Keep Their Word

 There was a time in history when keeping your word meant something. Now we’re surrounded by disappointments and unreliable people.


Unfortunately, I am a very literal person. I didn’t even realize how literally I take things until it became a whole diagnosis. That being said, I never quite understood the deep frustration and, for lack of a better word, the displeasure I feel when someone says they’ll do something… and then they just don’t.


My cousin once told me to expect disappointment because that’s all people are going to offer. But I didn’t think it would be this bad.


And you know what sucks about people who are often unreliable? They ask those annoying questions like, Am I unreliable? Am I a disappointment?


They’ll go on, talking so negatively about themselves, fishing for you to step in and tell them what they want to hear. Basically begging you to lie to their face.


I think, to some extent, we all know what we’re capable of. Whether you think you’re a good person or not, you know yourself well enough to answer the questions you seek answers to. But instead, some people turn to false external validation. It’s like watching Joe Goldberg justify his actions for five seasons—you can’t help but be shocked at the audacity more than anything.


What frustrates me the most is the casualness with which people break their word. They don’t realize—or maybe they don’t care—how much trust is built on those promises, no matter how small. Each time someone says they’ll do something and then doesn’t, it chips away at the faith we have in them, and honestly, in people in general. Words aren’t just sounds in the air; they’re commitments. And when you break them, you’re breaking something real in someone else.


I’m not asking for perfection—no one is perfect. But I’m asking for honesty. If you can’t follow through, just say so. I’d rather hear an honest “no” than be strung along by an empty “yes.” Because at the end of the day, people who don’t keep their word aren’t just unreliable—they’re eroding the very foundation of trust, and that’s a lot harder to repair than just a missed promise.


Don’t be a bozo. Do what you said you were going to do. 

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