Is it always better to know the truth, even when it hurts? Or is ignorance bliss? Or are they both true some of the time?
Throughout my life, I have always told others, “Tell me the truth. I’d rather you tell me something true and hurtful than hide it from me.”
Sometimes, ignorance felt like bliss, but then I’d have the thoughts gnawing away at my mind and I’m wondering if it’d be better to just confront rather than just play along blindly.
I’ve had friends tell me, “I’d rather not tell you the truth right now because you know it’ll hurt.” I grapple with this response because, even though I know I’d feel hurt, I would also feel relief from knowing the truth right away.