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d, df, f + punch

Sometimes I wonder what the world and/or life would be like if everyone was forced to tell the truth and speak their minds. Maybe it’d due to some sort of divine edict or an odd mutation in the gene pool—brought about by, of course, well-meaning scientists—or due to a small kid wishing that everyone in the world was forced to do so for an entire year (while blowing out the candles on his birthday cake, of course). It doesn’t really matter why, though, does it?

But it does seem like a great life when you first look at it, no? No more being led on by heartless boys or girls who are just toying with you, no more lame excuses from your parents for missing your first rugby game, no more cheating storekeepers and so on and so forth. Not bad, eh? Not bad at all. I could probably learn to like a world like that.

But then, how many friendships and/or relationships have you had that didn’t involve some degree of mistruth? How many times have you wanted to tell a person exactly how you felt about them but held back and kept quiet for fear of ruining the entire thing? How many times have you concocted good things to say about something/someone just to avoid any sort of conflict (or, worse yet, to try and make them like you)? How many times have you sugarcoated the truth because you’re not willing to disclose the hard facts? I have a feeling that the answer’s probably “many times.” It certainly is for me.

If I couldn’t put up the various facades and tell the various lies I often tell I have a feeling I’d end up stepping on quite a few more toes in addition to the ones I’ve already stepped on even with all of my dishonesties. I can alienate quite nearly anyone, close friend or no—that much I know for sure—and I guess it’s better for everyone involved that I can indeed lie and abstain from telling the truth.

Has this made any sense at all?

Probably not.

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  1. findamandah
    Feb 26, 2009 at 04:53

    It has made complete and utter sense.
    I’m not sure which side of the fence I am on though.
    On one hand I would love to be able to speak the truth all the time with no fear of consequence, but on the other had would I be able to handle someone telling me the whole truth.

    Maybe having a hint of truth is all that is needed.
    After all Perception is reality.

  2. Lukskywalker
    Feb 26, 2009 at 14:23

    The truth is hard to swallow. But still, a bitter truth is better than a beautiful lie.
    Or so I thought.

  3. Feb 26, 2009 at 14:29

    v r all liars =) v lie for the benefit of others,v lie for our own sake…v lie,lie,lie.
    the world is filled with liars.
    n who told us that God won’t send liars to hell? =P
    (i think i’d already book my place there)

    n ppl prefer a beautiful lie compared to the bitter truth.truth hurts meh…

  4. Feb 26, 2009 at 14:40

    As I think I once said, the world is built on lies. Good lies (oxymoron? Perhaps. Occasionally), bad lies, whatever.

    Lying is the glue that keeps so many things together: countries, organisations, friendships, relationships, families and, hell, maybe even reality itself. I’m not saying everyone lies all the time—even a habitual liar like myself often tells the truth—but more often than not I find that you just… have to, I guess. For the greater good or something like that.

    Sure, you could say that the people who can’t accept the truth don’t deserve to be friends/lovers or whatever but that’s just a bit too idealistic of a view for the world we li(v)e in. This ain’t a world of lawful good dragons and chaotic evil tanar’ri, people.

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