Everybody Lies

Everybody lies.

It’s a part of everyday life. It gets you out of rough patches that otherwise could get you into trouble. But what most people fail to see about lying, is that all lies eventually catch up to you. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even until after your dead and gone. But sooner than later, that lie is going to come back and bite you in the ass.

Everybody lies.

It wont hurt me. Its just a little white lie. White lies seem small. And sometimes, they’re used with good intentions. “Do these shoes go with this dress? Or does this dress make me look fat?” Unless your speaking with a really close friend, whom you’ve know for years, you’re going to lie in order to spare their feelings. But that lie is going to end up hurting you, the person you lied to, or even both of you. I really don’t have an out to give you for those kinds of lies. You can either hurt the person now, or let someone else hurt them later, either to their face or behind their back. I personally think its better to hear it from a friend, no matter the closeness, that to hear a random stranger saying things behind your back.

Everybody lies.

You know you’re a good liar when you can figure out your own tells and fix them. That’s how good I am at it. My voice used to change, I would say things a bit faster with less of a pause in between words. But I easily fixed that once I figured it out.

Everybody lies.

You’re also a good liar when you can successfully lie to yourself. When you’ve told the same lie so many times, you even start believing you. Reality ceases to exist, and all that’s left is the huge web you’ve entangled yourself in. And when even you start believing in all the lies you tell, NOT believing yourself is no longer an option. You take everything you say as truth, whether you’re correct or not.

Everybody lies.

You don’t even think before a lie exits your mouth. It just sort of…happened. “Did you do your homework?” Of course I did mom, I just now got home from 9 hours of school, cheer practice, and I don’t even know if I remembered all my books. “Yeah. I did.” Why even BOTHER with the truth anymore? Lying is so close to becoming first nature to us, long past left second in the dust. Lying is easier than telling the truth.

Everybody lies.

Why am I telling you all this? Am I saying its okay to lie, just as long as you manage to get away with it? No, I’m not saying that.

But you never know. I could be lying.