If there is one thing I can’t stand nor understand, it’s lies. Ok, I get that white lies told to not hurt the feelings of somebody might come with good intentions but isn’t it ok that sometimes the truth is a tad uncomfortable? If you discover somebody lied to you it often hurts far more then the maybe not so pretty truth would have in the beginning.
Being lied to feels like drinking tea and realising with disgust that the milk in it did go sour: The lie leaves a bad taste in your mouth and heart that lasts far too long. If I discover a lie it’s like my rainbow goes black from one instant to the next sometimes. Was that lie really necessary and worth what it causes?
I bet your parents told you as well that “lies have short legs” or something similar. Even if I disagree with some things I learned as a kid, I consider this true. Being caught lying might be by far worse than the truth would have been. Most of the time, liers are not as convincing as they think. While they are often proud of their poker face, the truth might be written there in big letters or appear from somewhere unexpected.
And if that didn’t convince you yet: Liying is an energy thief. Because one lie often calls for the next to keep up consistency and there comes the point when it gets almost impossible not to get tangled up in a wild mix of truth, half-truth and lies.
The moment a lie escapes from the lips, the person who senses it starts to ask themselves what else they get told by this person that is not true. Trust that is hard to build disappears within the blink of an eye. “What is wrong that I am not considered trustworthy, or why do I not deserve the truth?” I ask myself when I am lied to. The feeling of being seen as so naive to fall for the lie hits hard too.
Trust is hard to build. A lie can make it disappear within the blink of an eye.
I don’t want to paint a picture of myself as a little pink-haired angel that never lies. Of course, I do lie too, mostly white lies. If you cook for me and I don’t like I wouldn’t just tell you and sometimes it’s easier to say you’re fine even when you’re not at all to avoid any further questions. And yes: I hide empty packages of crisps and pretend I haven’t eaten. What a lier I am… Of course, I made the mistake of more severe lies too. But I always had this strong feeling inside me that telling the truth is the only thing worth my breath and voice.
So this text is a plea from the most artificial-looking girl you might know for realness and truth. Please be bold enough to stick to the truth and make it an implicitness. We all deserve the truth; I do, you do. If you have to lie about your actions, think about changing what you do and apologise if necessary. If you want to say something beautiful, but there is nothing but a lie, just don’t open your mouth. In a world of fake news, fake friends and fake lips, we need all realness we can get! Now you know about my crisp packages, so tell the truth as well and don’t darken any rainbows! 😉
My Outfit
Earrings: Tukadu, Sunglasses: Flying Tiger,
Scarf: Alex Max, Jumper: Lazy Oaf (old)
Pictures: Marco Borromeo
