Honestly.

The truth hurts. We all know it does.
But we grew up thinking it was right to tell the truth; to never lie. I mean, our biggest fear was to end up like the little boy who cried wolf, right?
So…why do people become so upset when you tell them the truth about themselves? Why do friends become mad when you tell them their boyfriend is cheating on them, or you don’t like their new style?
Aren’t you supposed to do that? Supposed to tell the truth like you were taught to?

Nobody wants to hear the truth about themselves. One of the reasons being: we already know. We recognize our flaws; physical and mental. Hell, we know ourselves better than anyone. We spent our whole lives with ourselves.
But if we know the truth, why do we hate when someone reminds us we’re selfish or our outfit doesn’t look so great if we already are aware of it?

Well we all have that little place inside us. The spot in our heart where all of our insecurities, fears, and hate for things we do ourselves, hide. There’s something about other people reminding us of them that just hits it hard.
We try to leave that place alone. Sure we acknowledge it, but we wouldn’t visit it everyday.

There are good truths of course; whether your hair looks nice, whether you lost weight, stuff like that, that touches our happy place. That tiny, tiny place in our heart that keeps all the things we actually like about ourselves.
Even if it’s only one or two things.
Why is it that we feel so good and confident during the rest of the day when we hear we look cute? And why do we feel so horrible and introverted when we’re told we look weird without any makeup on?
It’s those little darts that hit our targets of confidence- and insecurity. And having other people affirm the things we hide deep inside the depths of our souls, honestly just makes us vulnerable. Like our soul is suddenly bare and on a silver platter for everyone to dissect.
When we’re reminded of the good things, we like our soul to open up. We want people to see all the good things we think we are capable of being. Suddenly we say inside “well…there are other good things about me, right?” And we notice our head is held a little bit higher when we walk the halls.


But back to lying.
For some reason as we grow up, we begin to learn that sometimes lying can “protect” people.
“I didn’t tell you about your cheating boyfriend because I didn’t want you to get sad. I was just trying to prevent you from getting hurt.”
“I told you I had a family thing because I didn’t want you to feel bad that I had another party to go to.”

It’s like suddenly, everything we learned about lying and its horrible outcomes, just disappears.
Suddenly it’s okay to lie because you’re preventing pain. But in the end, aren’t we just causing it?
“White Lies” as we call them.
We even have a name for lying with “exceptions.

Of course- being humans- we use the lessons we are taught since day one. Sharing is caring, violence is wrong, don’t eat paste. We grew up to think lying wasn’t okay. And that we’d be devoured by a wolf if we did it.
So we walk around as kids, calling overweight people fat, and ugly people ugly. Because- that was the truth. And we did what we were told was right to do.
But as we grew older, it suddenly became totally outrageous to say those things to people.
All because the hard truth hurts.
And that’s what they should teach us when we’re merely tikes. It’ll definitely save a lot of confusion and trouble, I’ll tell you that.

There’s also that whole “just kidding” phrase, which, come on, is basically used to cancel out a true statement or make it seem less harsh; like you really didn’t mean it.
“Yeah? Well your hair is weird. …just kidding, just kidding!”
And sometimes we don’t even remember what people say after that phrase is said!
It’s like it’s completely erased from our minds within thirty seconds just because they said those two words which really mean, “that’s not the truth” or “I didn’t really mean it.”

But truth and lying will always be one of those weird unsolved theories that we can’t figure out. They will always have exceptions and certain circumstances. Lying isn’t okay, yet sometimes it is, and telling the truth is okay, even though sometimes it isn’t.
Doesn’t make much sense does it?

Then again why should things make sense?
After all, things are more fun when they don’t.

We all need complicated things to keep us busy with our boring lives.

…Just kidding.