Recently, I have been overwhelmed by the many untruths I've been spoon fed by people. A couple weeks ago, while having a dispute with a staff member she openly accused me of sleeping on my job. This enraged me, I lost it. Never, I mean NEVER have I ever done such a thing. I've wanted to, believe me, night shifts can be long.
How do you defend yourself when something is said like that?
I overreacted to her accusation.
Did this make me look guilty?
We all tell little fibs.
Your best friend gets a new hair cut and it looks like a monkey's azz, but in order to remain friends, and not to hurt her feelings you tell her, with excitement, how great it looks.
I want to know why.
Why do people feel the need to spew untruths at someone else's expense?
It boils down to the shifting sands of the self and trying to look good both to ourselves and others, experts say.
Not all lies are harmful.
In fact, sometimes lying is the best approach for protecting privacy and ourselves and others from malice. Some deception, such as boasting and lies in the name of tact and politeness, can be classified as less than serious. But bald-faced lies (whether they involve leaving out the truth or putting in something false), are harmful, as they corrode trust and intimacy—the glue of society.
Men lie no more than women, but they tend to lie to make themselves look better, while women are more likely to lie to make the other person feel better.
"The truth is rarely pure and never simple."
-Oscar Wilde-
Lying is theft. When you tell me something which I take to be true and as a result I invest my time, or my money, or even my care, you have stolen these things from me because you obtained them with false information.
Lying creates inequality. Since you also do not like being lied to, I have never known anyone who wanted to be deceived, you have acted as if there were two classes of humans: you, with the right to lie, and everyone else, who must be truthful to you so that you too will not lose your way.
Lying treats people as means to the end you wish to accomplish, and not as ends in themselves.
In no way am I saying I have never lied. The times I have, it was the most uncomfortable feeling, my heart races, my mouth becomes so dry I can barely speak, I feel ashamed. The times I have felt this I was covering my tail. I was not lying to hurt, only to save my own butt. (Not that I feel that is acceptable in any way.) Honestly, I have not done that in years. I'm all about owning up to my mistakes. I think that comes with age and maturity, the consequences feel trivial next to hiding and worrying about covering up lie after lie.
Anger at lies lasts forever. Anger at truth can't last.
-Greg Evans-
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