Call me a psychopath, but I don’t feel bad lying.
And actually, I never did.
Despite what my naive 2nd grade teacher used to say, lying has more short-term benefits than telling the truth, and nearly always.
If I don’t want to open any can-of-worms with talking mouth in front of me, DUH, It is more advantageous to give whatever response pushes mr conversation prober away.
Which is usually a lie.
That said, lying is what ruined my life, led me to being a depressed failure, OH– and goodie, it’s the reason I chased everyone else’s life but my own because lying divorces you from your own self identity.
But more on that later.
Lying is hiding.
Fuck morals. Fuck the other person.
Who cares about being one of the good guys in a world full of GREY.
All I’m saying is tell the truth to save yourself. Because here’s what happens when you lie.
What is a lie?
Deception. And to deceive means to mirror more than to project, it means to mimic, copy, blend in, HIDE what is true– in order to go undetected or unnoticed, and pass on through.
To lie, means to swallow YOUR TRUTH (yourself) TO make the other bigger, in order to “pass. “
And then wanna know what kind of life this gets you?
Your friends only like your public image, so the second you want to be vulnerable or real- you can’t, because they’ll either reject you or not want to see you this way. Your job has a character too, bare-minimum-man, guess what they do?
But if your friends are fake, your job is fake, your image is fake, when and where do you get to be you?
And that’s what hurts most people and they can’t even see it.
They hate that they’re not the face they wear.
It’s so much better just to tell the fucking truth.
At least then, when someone does see you— They’re really LOOKING at you.
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