I believe in the lies that people tell. I believe that everyone is lying. No matter who you are, you have lied, are lying, or will lie. If you say you haven’t, your lying now. Its not like people really want to lie, its just, most people feel the need to lie. Whether it be telling a woman that her butt doesn’t look big in that dress, or telling a friend his girlfriend wasn’t making out with some other guy at a party, We all lie for some reason or another.
For instance, when you go to grandma’s house on Christmas and she burns the lasagna, do you tell her she’s the most retarded woman you have ever met? No. You say you like your lasagna kind of crunchy.
On the other hand, you have been married to your wife for, let’s say, 13 years. Your marriage is a little dry. And then there is a hot new secretary at the office. You end up having an affair with this woman. Do you tell your wife? No. She’ll wipe out your bank account and leave you with a crumbling house mortgage.
Unless you’re a hermit, you are lied to everyday. It may be a teacher, a classmate, a coworker, or even your parents. Actually, especially your parents. They probably lie to you more than anyone you know. They say honey its just a phase, you’ll grow out of it. Or I think your pretty and that’s all that matters. Then there are the lies that hurt. Like the promise to come to your basketball game. Or that they really will stop drinking this time. That it wont happen again. Those are the two types of lies parents tell.
The lies that your friends tell you are the whispers that start when you walk down the hall. When you ask your friends about it they lie and say nothing. What they really mean is that there is a vicious rumor going around the school about what you did this weekend at a party. Which, most definitely, is not good. But, being your friends, they do not want to tell you what you did this weekend, and especially not that everyone knows about it.
I believe in lies. But, I also believe that there are good lies, and there are bad lies. The good lies protect you, make you feel good about yourself, even when you should not. The bad lies, you know the ones no one likes, the bad lies make you feel bad, and they hurt you.
There is one good thing that lies can bring though: HOPE!!! Lies bring hope that when the doctor tells you that you have terminal cancer and one day to live, the hope is there in the back of your mind, that maybe by some miracle you will be cured.
I believe in lies. But I also believe in the hope that lies bring with them.