I do this weird thing all the time:

I tell people what I am actually feeling.

Not a sugar coated, white washed, bullshit version of my feelings.  But rather the uncensored, whole truth. Everybody gets this same treatment: friends, family, co-workers, shopclerks.  This is evidently a problem because it gets me in trouble on a regular basis.  

Every time I do this, I consider that next time I should be more reserved, more cautious of telling people what I really think.  

But it seems that, without having my heart surgically removed, I just don’t think I’ll be ever able to do that.  Unless maybe somebody winds a roll of duct tape around my lips