Lies, Lies, Lies

Have you ever noticed that if you tell the same lie, over and over, you start to believe it? Something happens in our brains when we tell a lie the first time, and get away with it. It’s like a power surge. You almost feel like the person you’ve deceived is your victim. Even if it’s a simple white lie, You feel almost superhuman, like you have the ability to alter reality…..But what you don’t realize is, at that moment, you’re altering your own reality. At first, it doesn’t seem that way. Your well aware that what you just said is absolutely NOT true. But at some point, you need to cover the tracks of that first lie. With another lie….then another….then another.

Before you know it, A huge chunk of reality is shoved out of your brain to make room for your “new” reality. It grows like a tumor and begins to take over. The next thing you know, you’ve forgotten the truth all together, and you find that YOU have become the victim, you’ve deceived Yourself.

So why DO we lie? Is the consequence of the truth so much worse than the ultimate outcome of a lie? Would we truly rather thrust ourselves into a new, altered mental state of mind than just be honest and not be the coolest guy in the room, not be as faithful as you claimed to be, as smart as you say you are, or just say what you were actually doing?

I truly believe likes are like viruses. They grow, they morph, and they DO hurt people. Politicians are elected based on their lies, marriages destroyed by lies, And if you watch the news, you know that children and teenagers kill themselves over lies, only in this instance, those lies come wrapped in a different box called “rumors”. People lie. From the smallest fib to the tallest tale, humans are programed to lie, whether it be to protect themselves, tho make themselves sound better, or simply to hurt someone. I’ve known very honest people who regularly lie about their age. Not a big lie, but a lie non the less.

The point is, whether its a big one or a little white lie, it’s just as embarrassing to be caught in one, and being caught usually leads us to tell more lies. I myself have been a victim of a series of big lies, and have lived firsthand the pain it can cause. But I have also told them. Granted, mine never ruined a life, hurt a feeling, or tore a family apart, they were still lies.

The question here is, “When do we draw the line?” At what point do we step back and take accountance for who we are, what we’ve done, or, in my case, how much we weigh? And why is it so important? I personallly don’t have a good enough memory to be a chronic liar. Or do I?