Lies are bad. I don’t like lies. But it seems lately I seem to be telling white lies more frequently than I’d like. People say white lies aren’t so bad, sometimes people don’t need to know the entire truth. But what happens when you want to tell the truth so badly but sometimes it is the human society’s quick turn to prejudice that prevents you from doing so?
For some reason, although every single self improvement and motivational book will instruct you to be true to yourself, to be direct and confident in whatever you say or do, the very human society we live in discourages us from living in such a manner.
In order to adapt to others, in order to tolerate and be tolerated, we have to change ourselves, the way we think, speak and act. To think about others. To be sensitive of their likes and dislikes. To tolerate things that are sometimes rejected by your very soul.
In my dictionary, adapting is synonymous with tolerance and change. Adapting is to not be yourself. Adapting is to transform yourself into an acceptable human being so that others can tolerate your existence around them.
Be yourself, they say. True friends will accept you for who you are, they say. But be prepared to tolerate (change a part of yourself) so that you can in turn be tolerated. So in conclusion, Everyone changes. Nobody acts like themselves anymore. We get grouped into stereotypic groups whether we like it or not. Even if we do not fit any particular stereotype we are already part of the “unusual stereotype” group. Birds of a feather will always flock together.
Indirectly, the twisted mindset of the society we live in forces us to live a white lie every day. The only way we might escape this is that we lead solitary lives. And people wonder why more and more people stay cooped up in their rooms, surfing and communicating over the net. And ignorant fools that we are we blame the advancement and misuse of technology.
But we accept this. Why? Because at the very core of our being we need approval. We need acceptance. We need affection. We need companionship and kinship. So much that some people go crazy craving for it. Some people get by using A.I. or animals. But others turn into psychopathic serial murderers.
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Hm..interesting post. I deal with this fairly frequent. See, parents are divorced. My dad would sometimes ask about mom once in awhile or just to keep conversation alive. I myself would willingly blurt everything out. But mom doesn't really like that. It's like a privacy issue. So in order to keep it "private" and not knowing how to really ignore the questions asked, instant reaction is to lie. It's really frustrating. =( But mom tells me to be myself..yet don't tell my dad anything. So I'll end up "I dunno" many things. Makes me look really fishy to other family members on dad's side. Sigh..dunno la. Now I seem to try and avoid family gatherings so I don't have to face those questions so much. Any solutions that you can think of maybe?
lolz. if i knew i wouldn't be typing this post. i guess the "human: solution is either to tell a white lie or an incomplete truth. XD
@@ They are both about the same.
There's actually a difference, depending on how you see it. A white lie is, well, a lie, no matter what colour you'd like to paint it. An imcomplete truth is like hanging a sentence halfway where appropriate. But since both requires you to hide something you can't say, i guess you're right about how they are the same. XD
T.T
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