I've been thinking a lot lately about lying.
What defines and makes up a lie.
Why people lie.
The many lies I've told.
White lies.
The truth? People lie on a regular basis. Sometimes I believe the truth just hurts too much.
Scenario One: "Hey honey, what are you and your boyfriend doing on your date tonight?" "Ohhhhhhh, going to dinner, seeing a movie, having ravenous sex, then talking a little"......
I could go on with tons of other scenarios about the benefits of bending the truth, but I won't.
Lying certainly has its negative side. I can't even begin to tell about all of the trouble I've gotten myself into with perverting the truth. It cost me a whole summer 6 or so years ago.
It can cost friendships. I always hate it when I can't tell if people are telling me the truth or not...even if they're exaggerating. I. Can't. Stand it. It's a fantastic way to lose my friendship. It's the reason I ended a long-term and serious relationship and what I thought was a strong friendship.
I had this friend not too long ago. We'll call her Calin because I hate that name for no reason. Anyways, Calin came from a very troubled past with an abusive father and a mother who cheated on her father with multiple men and got her daughter to LIE to cover her own ass. Pitiful, really. It's a terrible way for a child to grow up. Her parents separated and divorced by the time she was 13 or so and she got moved around from house to house. Her mom ran into trouble with prescription pills and alcohol and she was no longer allowed to stay with her mother. This meant she was forced to stay with a verbally and borderline physically abusive father. Her life growing up wasn't easy. She moved to the school I was currently attending her sophomore year and my freshman year at the tail-end. I thought she was super cool with her HIM t-shirts and rocker hair. She had a quirkiness that I could relate to and had a hard time finding in others. Pretty soon we became inseparable. She was my best friend. One day when we were sharing information about our lives, she caught herself in a lie. A few weeks later, she admitted her lie and I got over it. What kind of troubled me at the time was I completely believed her when she lied. She was GOOD at it. Too good. Not too long after that, I noticed she'd lie to tons of other people around her. Teachers, parents, MY parents, mutual friends, the list goes on. I began to wonder, when is she and when isn't she telling me the truth? Her lies got me in serious trouble with my parents more than once. It took me a couple of years to finally realize I couldn't be friends with someone I couldn't believe 95% of the time. I had covered her ass at work (we were co-workers) numerous times because she lied so much. It was an overwhelming friendship. It took a lot out of me and I'm so glad I finally got out of it once and for all.
There's no conclusion to this entry.
The condition of lying will always remain a color of gray; never black or white.
sweetv
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