“Do you like my new XYZ?”
“Oh, goodness, where did you get that? It’s soooooo fab….”
The rave goes on and on and on…
People lie for many different reasons. Mine is to make a life easier.
My roommate asked me if I go anywhere on Monday and Tuesday.
“To library, as usual”
But I’m not at the lib at the time/place. I was somewhere else.
I lied to her countless times. In order to satisfy her curiosity of my life
affairs.
What time will you come back ?
at ten, but I will appear at home around 8, when she saw me, we said nothing.
I really miss you, where are you coming back? we gonna held a meeting. My friend
mentioned in my another social website.
I know she want a gift from Faraway Land, not seeing me. For me, I am only a carrier
of something…
You look very healthy, I hope you are stronger to come to my Grad.
I know my grand is ailing, fatally. I just said it to lessen her worry.
I know she is not gonna make it.
Where are you going today? Mum asked.
To supermarket, (and bank, other retailers, all over the city, sorry but you should not
know that mum).
People often come to me in an eager fit to expose something they think I should do or
try, eat, go, read, ride, etc…. I listen with such eagerness, added with more interest to
satisfy their needs. I kept smiling and looking straight even though I wish I would
rather be somewhere else.
Beneath my friendly disposition, I wish I would not run into them at first place. I wish
they would go away, I wish there’s a something make them quiet…I wish…
I don’t want people to be nosy in my affairs: knowing every facet of my life, someone special?? when am I going to finish study?
When am I going to marry? have children?
Excusez-moi, I have a lonewolf syndrome, the condition get worse when I have to integrate with people.
I am cursed to be alone, locked in my world…reading journals and writing thesis.
Then, having any children or partner is out of question, I am strong enough to live alone, I have done it for almost 30 years, There
is no problem that I will continue at all.
This is when a lie is beneficial to me, deflecting the truth and not hurting someone’s feeling.
I often lied. I lied to the point that my life is nothing but a LIE.
Sometimes, I tell people what they like to hear, not what’s actually going on. People like to hear something sweet, so my job is to supply that sugar-coated lies.
I know lying is terrible.. but I believed everyone does, at least as a survival mechanism.
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