“The worst thing you can be is a liar….Okay fine, yes, the worst thing you can be is a Nazi, but THEN, number two is liar. Nazi 1, Liar 2.″ - Sam Halpern
I absolutely hate being lied to. It's just about one of the most selfish, hurtful, disrespectful things you can do to a person. When you lie to someone, you're 1) assuming the person you're lying to is too stupid to figure it out, 2) showing that you don't think their worthy of honesty, and 3) taking advantage of trust that they chose to invest in you.
And I really can't stand it when people think it's okay to lie by omission. The ones who keep something from you, and when you confront them about it, they treat you like you're stupid and say "well, you didn't ask" as if that justifies it. When someone I care about does that to me, it feels like a knife in my heart.
When you lie to someone, it affects everyone that person cares about, because every betrayal makes it harder for that person to trust again. It's not just the simple pain that comes from finding out you've been lied to, it's the subsequent fear, anxiety, paranoia...the stress of questioning everything and everyone.
I'd rather be beaten, stabbed, or shot than be lied to.
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Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, May 2, 2010
the big fake
I always stress the importance of honesty. I want everything in my life to be built on love and truth.
Fun fact: I'm a liar too. My entire persona is built upon a foundation I don't actually believe. I've simply sold that lie so successfully that I, too, have come to believe it.
Or had, as the case may be.
In a sudden burst of vulnerability, I slipped that mask off. It was not the best idea ever.
I don't know if it mattered to the person I told. Unfortunately, it mattered immensely to me. Having admitted that I've been lying to myself, I no longer believe that lie, and can no longer fake it as successfully. The mask just doesn't fit right.
This is an odd week for me. Next week will be so busy that I'll be dragged kicking and screaming from the confines of my own head, and by the time I get back in there, the dust should have settled.
Fun fact: I'm a liar too. My entire persona is built upon a foundation I don't actually believe. I've simply sold that lie so successfully that I, too, have come to believe it.
Or had, as the case may be.
In a sudden burst of vulnerability, I slipped that mask off. It was not the best idea ever.
I don't know if it mattered to the person I told. Unfortunately, it mattered immensely to me. Having admitted that I've been lying to myself, I no longer believe that lie, and can no longer fake it as successfully. The mask just doesn't fit right.
This is an odd week for me. Next week will be so busy that I'll be dragged kicking and screaming from the confines of my own head, and by the time I get back in there, the dust should have settled.
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