Do I Bother Telling the Truth? in Journal

Often, as I listen to myself talking, wondering just what I will say, I realize that some platitude is about to be ejected.
These platitudes are always universally acceptable, aren’t true or are impersonal, stated in order to answer a personal question in a non-threatening manner.
As I realize one is about to be expelled, I pause. I ask myself if I should tell the truth? Do I say what I am really feeling? I tell them my actual experience? Is this person/situation worth revealing myself to?
More than not the answer I pick is no. And so after a short pause, the platitude continues; staining the environment with it’s abject meaninglessness.
Even though this is my decision and I know the consequences, I cringe… an opportunity is gone. I did not express myself. My true emotions churn under the insult, becoming just a little more insistent on acknowledgement.
I wonder if it’s worth it… I avoid the discomfort of vulnerability only for the discomfort of donning an iron mask of a counterfeit self.