We lie white lies…

We do not give them a moment’s consideration…  “great haircut,” or laughing at a colleagues joke that is not funny. We believe they don’t matter.

We lie small lies.

Lies that, if considered, we might think to correct, but usually don’t – “…and then I said XXXXXX!!!!” When we actually said “xxx” and not nearly as coherently! We exaggerate how gorgeous the guy at the bar who was flirting with us really was – how in love we were “the last time.” Stories that no one catches, or we know we won’t get called on.

We Lie!

Flat out, on purpose, lie the tongues right out of our heads. No, really we do. I’m not talking about the “…no really I sent the email yesterday, it must have gotten lost,” or “(cough, cough, sniffle) I’m not feeling well today”.  I’m talking about the lies that we tell the most important people in our lives… the ones they lets us tell them, even ask us to tell them.

I’m lying a lot lately, occasionally to my friends, but mostly to my family: lies of omission, not calling when I know I can’t hide how worn out or stressed out I am; lies of commission, light and airy emails that betray the darker side of my reality; and straight-up lies, “…no, I’m fine” “…things are great!” “… work is getting better!”

These lies are The lies are mostly to  I don’t mean

It’s so much easier to lie when we think we’re protecting someone else. There’s no guilt.

We lie.