It’s truly refreshing to find that people on the whole seem to not like lying in general. It is, after all, part of the ten commandments. Not bearing false witness and all that.
Not to mention that lying tends to make one feel gross. And once you tell one lie, they tend to snowball into epic fiascoes. Even the little lies that are seemingly harmless. This is because once an altered version of the truth escapes your lips, you then have to keep track of what you said and to whom. After this, you find yourself altering little bits of the truth in other areas to match up with the original lie. At this point your pants are probably on fire, because not one little single iota of truth is being said when your mouth is moving.
Why would one want all of this unnecessary stress? It must be hard keeping all of those stories straight.
Doesn’t it keep you awake at night, wondering if what you were trying to “protect” by telling that first little fib has slipped out somewhere? Worrying if your perfectly crafted tale is coming apart at the seams? Tossing and turning and fretting about what others might be saying about you?
It’s one thing to tell your girlfriend that those jeans do not make her butt look big. (And the first thought you may have after saying “Oh no, not at all!” may be ‘Actually it’s your large tukkis that makes your butt look big.The jeans are just fine.’. It’s your call whether or not to take the truth this far.)
But to spout deceit from the moment you wake (from your fitful sleep, at that; you have, after all, been worrying all night over the lies that you told yesterday) until you stop speaking? Not so cool.
According to King Reco, “Honesty is always the best way to go.”
Good call, sir.