When people ask me how I am I always say “fine,” or “good.” Liar.
My mom would ask me if I’d done something I knew she disapproved of. I’d say no, whether I had or not. Liar.
I lied to my wife about watching porn. When I told her the truth she was more upset about the lies than the porn. Liar.
I told myself I was happy when my life was clearly not going well. Liar.
I don’t like hurting people’s feelings. I’m afraid of getting in trouble. I don’t think people want to hear the truth. I don’t want to disappoint someone who I care about. So I lie.
The truth always comes out, though. And lying makes the end result worse that the truth would have been.
So why do I lie? Probably because I lie to myself. I tell myself the other person will never find out. But they will.
I tell myself I’m going to be honest from now on. Maybe even brutally honest.
Is that a lie, too?