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The Essential Lie
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Philosophical (AKA Exhausted)

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You ever noticed that everyone lies? I mean sure most will deny it, more lies there, or try to claim the moral high ground by saying they try not too, but everyone lies.

And there are degrees to these lies. It isn't the same to tell your best friend you like her new hair cut even though it looks like someone washed her hair with a lawnmower and dried it with a snowblower as it is to tell your mom you're going to the library when you're really going to group Billy/Suzie/Mickey/Whoever in the bushes under the very same tree where your parents conceived you. After lying to their parents, of course. Still, at it's essence these are the same thing. Untruths, lies, things said to make life a little easier.

Hey, isn't that what lying is all about? Why would anyone bother if the truth were simpler?

Not to mention that lying is one of the great glues of human interaction. After all if you told the best friend of the evil hair the truth you would soon be dubbed the ex-best friend.

We even lie in ways that don't occur to us. How many times has someone asked "How are you?" and the response was "Fine." even though your heart was breaking, your goldfish dying, your job hanging by a thread. Or how about that great "What'd you do today?" and "Nothing." chorus. Unless you are a complete lump that's patently untrue. And even lumps breath and metabolize.

I'm probably rambling on about nothing here, but it occurred to me while I was swimming in homework and piled in bubble bath (I love reading assignments cause I can do them in the tub) that basically I want to lie for a living. That's what writers do; they lie. Granted they do it with no assertion that it is the truth, and they do it, at least some to get to truth. That is to say that good writing speaks to people about themselves, or their lives, or their fears, and it expresses these in a way that is remarkibly honest.

Anyway, all of this is one great big meaningless jumble in my head and I had to exorcise it somehow. So I inflicted it on you poor people. Now, with that out of the way, I am going to bed.

Night, all!


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