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Lying: Our Blanket to Reality

I stopped lying because it was simply boring. There is always this cozying expectation that comes with lies, to protect yourself or someone, out of fear or uncertainty. I have learned to love the look of reckless abandon on people's faces when I tell them the truth , regardless of if I am hurting myself or their expectations. You can almost see their brain trying to reconcile what happened with their expectations of cozy lies, watching people frantically look for the threads of reality to continue the conversation seamlessly, watching them grasp at fear I mean its almost...cruelly poetic.

The ability to walk away from lying when it is an option if the greatest form of freedom, true liberty and growth. It is standing in the face of unformed realities and taking a plunge. It can absolutely go wrong, don't misunderstand me...it not necessarily about morals and ethics, but about living like the all those cheesy quotes we read but don't manifest. Lying, so easy but rarely investigated, lying begins inside you, sometimes you cannot help it (self-deceit). It is a biologically in-built self defence mechanism, but often accompanied by psychological preemptions . Now you might wonder if it's biologically built into the human, you cannot help it right? No, not in the context you might imagine , your brain has the amazing capability of distorting reality so it can digest and comprehend it, it's the way of sense-making in your environment vital to your learning and continuity .

For example your brain has convinced you that you cannot bite your finger off like a carrot (please remove your finger from your mouth), in that way it conditions you to never actually be able to bite your finger off . The same way people that suffer traumatic experiences (accidents or severe abuse) develop memory loss or personality disorders to comprehend their trauma. In such instances , lying [deception] saves your life.

But say you start applying deception to minor incidents in your life (and I classify infidelity as minor), how will that play out? I hypothesise that it over-exercises your imagination subsequently a disconnect with reality. While your brain is busy trying to create instances, save them, and make sense of them  . In much much much simpler words, lying is so stressful honestly, you become crazy when caught up in the cycle. But I can not simply leave you on a cliff hanger; I should give you reason why you should speak the truths no matter what. Off the top of my head :
  1. You'll sleep like a baby
  2. Reduces the felt-need to meet people's expectations
  3. Boosts your confidence surprisingly.
So there you go, my favourite reasons not to lie.  If you want to know how to spot a liar; here is an interesting piece I found












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