Strangely enough, for my whole life most people have
chosen to never tell me the truth and inevitably
the truth always comes out at some stage. No matter how simple the question,
they simply cannot give me a straight answer. Funny really, a gay guy wanting a
straight answer. Though in my heart I
know that the lie is there, and the more I search for the truth, the deeper
they build or extend the lie. And sure enough when the truth is out I work
myself up to such a state that I’m
projectile puking like a Jenny Craig bulimia diet plan. Sadly, I am not skinny
and I do apologize to those that suffer from the disease.
I am seriously wondering why people can’t be
open? Yes, the truth may hurt sometimes
but, at least it is the truth, and there is no white washing it. In my heart of hearts I know that the
deception is there and the more I delve the deeper the wound, the more
fabricated the lie becomes. For instance
a couple of years ago we were organizing our trip to Europe and I was discussing
my thoughts of the plans to my friend to discuss with her husband. I would ask her to run my thoughts past her
husband. She was convincing in the beginning that she would discuss when he got
home from work. Days would go by and I
would repeat my questions and either she would avoid (pretend she never read my
messages) or tell me he had to race out early for work, or would return from
work tired and go straight to bed or golf days were on etc etc. The little fibs kept building and my
curiosity and wanting an answer was wearing thin. It came to the Friday and she
avoided the topic by saying she would speak with him on the weekend. Sure, I
thought (NOT)! She is avoiding, fibbing,
hiding something, or was too embarrassed to tell me she was a tight ass (which
I already had known so no need hide). That very last night after finishing my
talks with her and her telling me she would ask him on the weekend, I was
running down my newsfeed on FB to see her husband say “Enjoying Turkey” and photos to match. The next day I thought, ‘I won’t let on.’ So,
when I spoke to her asking how she was going explaining my thoughts to her
husband, she said she would ask as soon as he got home from his golf. I let her run with her deception until a day
or two later I ask if his game was in Turkey?
Turkey she proclaimed, with a dash of guilt. Yes, I said I saw him on FB. The excuses came left right and centre as to
why she had not told me. None of which
would have taken precedence over truth, but hey she promised never to lie
again, we went on our holiday of Europe and the Turkey saga is behind us.
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Having given an example of a simple lie, I
wonder why do people have to do it? Why
can’t they be open? They can be
forthright in business dealings.
Forthright in their political and religious beliefs but when asked some
simple question from a friend or relative does it need the deceit? Please, don’t tell me they didn’t want to
hurt my feelings! That’s what it does
big time with the barrage of cover-ups and avoidance of topic because the truth
comes out in the smallest of ways, and cuts like a surgeon’s scalpel.
Is it that some people are more prone to being
lied to than others? Do they expect me
to be like a policeman and search for the truth? Or do they really think I am a fool who is gullible
enough to let it go without question?
Why is it that those who have been hurt badly must be subjected to more
deceit from their closest and dearest?
Simply I put I to my jury of readers - why is it
so?
Until next time cheers, care for yourselves and
those around you.
