In general, I don't lie very well about most things. Usually. I can try to weave tales of half-truths and evansion sometimes, but often even that doesn't work out. Mostly I have to straight-out stonewall, or tell the truth.
Usually. But not in all a cases.
For example, white lies seem to not be a problem for the most part. Those polite little lies you tell someone when to put them at ease, or bolster someone's mood, or sooth ruffled feathers or bruised pride.
Yeah, those I can do.
Most big lies I have a problem with.
I guess now that I think about it, it has to do with the intent of the lie. If the lie is for selfish reasons, like getting a promotion, or getting noticed, or getting out of trouble, then meh, you suck. But little lies meant to help others, or make them feel better - not towards your own advantage, but just for that person's sake... those I dunno. The line there seems murky to me.
Sincerity, integrity, loyalty, compassion. Cornerstones of my identity.
...and yet when someone asks me how I'm doing, I can lie and lie and lie...
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