White lies

I tell lies sometimes. It’s just a bit easier to get on with life that way. I’m not proud of lying. In fact, I wish I didn’t have to. If I entered into a serious, loving romantic relationship, like a marriage for instance, I image I would always strive to do my best to be truthful. But in our day-to-day interactions, I do tend to tell white lies. I do so sometime instinctually I’ve noticed. Like it’s become some sort of ingrained habit for me. I will sometimes lie just to lie.

There’s this saying that children who lie may exhibit slightly higher intelligence. Of course, it’s better if these children are able to get away with those lies. I don’t think I ever outgrew that stage of life. Again, I’m not proud of lying. In a perfect world, I wouldn’t have to resort to deception when interacting with my fellow human beings. However, these lies are not meant to hurt anyone. If anything, I’ve come to see them as a sort of necessary part of normal daily function. They’re just there because I’m still perhaps thinking through certain aspects of my life that others may have already resolved.