Recently the issue of lying has surfaced. Not with me directly, I have an unusual relationship with the truth, but near enough me to hear the arguments. Um, I mean that in the philosophical sense, I haven’t been party to live arguments. Curious how that works, even more so with med school; Do you appreciate that growth? And sure it’s a literal ok use of the word, we just normally associate appreciate with good feelings, and arguments as something less academic and more fuck you.
It’s pretty common with infidelity (no, just an example) for the injured party to say ‘The worst part is the lying.’ That is bullshit and bullshit means a lie. The worst part is that the other party put his or her dick into someone else. Except maybe in an open relationship then, perhaps, it’s the lying. I don’t personally know of any open relationship that lasted, but, you know, from my generation on I don’t know many of any kind of relationship that’s lasted. Lying is a bad idea though. People take that shit personally. Of course in a non-open relationship you don’t get any brownie points for being honest about putting his or her dick into someone else. Um, your or yourn. You probably have a clear gender identification when it comes to the immediate you.
And if you asked before doing it you’d be in the same amount of trouble but you wouldn’t have to hear about lying being the worst part. I mean I know this. I’ve never cheated in a monogamous relationship, but I have said ‘I really want to sleep with person X (and sometimes y and z). The few times I’ve done that she(s) wanted their shit back and called me bad names.
I might have a more realistic relationship with the truth despite my understanding of how subjective that word is. I try very hard not to ever use what I think of as the truth as a weapon, and glossing over a few indiscretions with certain ex-wives, I’ve been pretty dang successful at it. Honesty is a more apt word than truth or lying. I don’t always know what the truth is and when pushed into a corner about an opinion about the truth you are going to lie. Not on purpose but if you don’t know the truth and you have to say something … I can always be honest. Honest is the truth as you are feeling it at the moment.
I’ve known professional and pathological liars, I might could reference certain ex wives here too, their lies are usually well constructed, often elaborate, and somethings aren’t covering anything, just flexing the chops. I can’t do that anymore, I used to be ok at it. I don’t mean I won’t do it out of moral issues, I mean I don’t have the memory capacity to do it. It’s like testifying to cops; you have to be able to keep your story consistent. I can tell a lie, I can tell a good one, but I can’t tell it twice. In that respect I have no idea how many lies by omission I don’t tell — clumsy construct, but you can’t tell a lie by omission, it’s very nature is untold. Unless something makes an impact on me the details start getting fuzzy quickly, if something is really boring in a non-creative way I forget it as it’s happening, I even forget the song I’m singing in my head to distract the wave of boring.
Although in the instance I’m not talking about I side with the one who has the hard stance on lying, I think it’s a hard stance.
Wow I left this to go do something else and I haven’t a clue what the fuck I’m talking about. It was a tiger in the crawl space, and a squirrel laid babies in the engine block, and a door to door salesmen came by with samples of of small four seater gliders. I’m lying. I do have a clue what I was talking about, just not in this entry.
So do ever so try to behave or barring that don’t get caught not behaving by the wrong element, which, in that case would be the right element, but we shall paint you as the good guy and or girl if you are one.
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