I try on a daily basis to live by telling the truth. It sometimes comes off as me being cold and insensitive, but at least you know where I stand then...
As a child I tried lying. To this day I cannot lie to my mother. I never really wanted to lie to my mother, but sometimes I thought it would be good to bend the truth if I thought it would keep me out of trouble. What I came to learn was that my mother always knew the truth. Whether it was her intuition or the fact that we have nosy neighbors...I was always caught when I was doing something I shouldn't have been doing.
As an adult, I sort of realized people tended to appreciate me more for my honesty quality. They don't always like what I have to say, but as I said before, they know where I stand. Besides it's too hard to keep your story straight if you tell different versions of your lie to numerous people... The truth always comes out anyways, so why lie?
So why lie? That's what I got to thinking about today. I told my friend the truth and it hurt his feelings. Should I have lied? Should I have tried to pull something out of my ass in order to avoid hurt feelings?
See the thing about honesty is that when you try to live by it, at times you will hurt other people's feelings. It's an unintentional consequence of stating what you think/feel.
If the truth will set you free, how come sometimes it makes you feel bad for speaking it?
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