i'll have a turkey on white-lies, please.


can we count the moments that we have all said, "I'm so happy for you!" yet not actually MEANT it???

can I count the moments that I have said, "I'm so happy for you!" yet not actually MEANT it???

even better... can I count the moments that I have thought to myself, "I'm masquerading the fact that I am so called 'happy' for you even though I solemnly know you don't really deserve this, and/or this benefits myself in no way to be heeding the rash and foolish facts that you are blabbering to me." ....????

the difference between what we envision and what we physically speak is, well, what is physically said in the end.  my entire life, i have held my tongue out of reverence, solitude, peace, generosity, guilt, and most of all, love.  i have held my tongue on subjects such as my brother's girlfriend whom i secretly love but acknowledge he can't ever handle, my best friend's lover whom i detest but won't risk their relationship at the cost of a simple opinion, over fellow co-workers who yearn for a way out of a trapped job, though i see mine as a glorious, living adventure.  in other words, i have tamed my tongue to pause until my brain allows the go-ahead to lash out on something absolutely worth it.

remember those old phrases our parents taught us?  "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" or "Think before you speak."  Boy, if we could have decoded that rubbish at an early age, we all would know by now that Mum and Pop were just trying to politely inform us on how to subliminally fabricate white lies.

whether or not we agree to acknowledge it, every single person produces a white lie every single day.  don't deny it; you'll just be white-lying to yourself!  after all, a white lie is what gets us out of a commitment we arranged months ago yet don't really "feel" like going through with.

so here's the question:  do we go on white-lying to ourselves when we aren't really gleeful and chipper for someone?  or do we risk being scorned upon just for being veracious and valid not only with others, but with ourselves?

**considering the nasty camaraderie we engage in today, a white-lie can't be so terrible.  i mean, how do you think politicians get away with their schemes?



   

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