The Truth About Lying

            Weaving throughout the depths and about the seams of society are lies. In between the stitches of the present are lies. Beneath the fabric of the future are lies. Lying is inevitable. Everybody lies. Whether you’re lying directly to someone, or indirectly or even to yourself… you can’t escape it. Lying is just too believable, because the truth (being the antonym of lies) can be quite unbelievable. That is what makes lying so common. The truth is hard. Lying is simple, easy. People just can’t face the cold, hard face of the truth, where truth is reality. We take the easy way out. We lie.

 Society is a quilt continuing on and on; weary stitches clinging onto history. History however, is faded with our lies. As is our present. Some events, so buried with lies, we aren’t sure what to believe. Although, sometimes it is good for us not to know the entire truth about everything there is to know. I know, my point (the truth is hard and lying is good) is very unbelievable. But doesn’t that make it the truth?

 But every lie is created for a reason unlike the truth, which is fact. And reasons can be for a purpose of true worthy or for hurt. And lying is often stereotyped as an untrustworthy deed of evil, which I believe to be incorrect. Just because something has potential of hurt, does not shame all purposes it has for good. Lies have good intentions…So let me give you the truth about lying.

             Parents are dedicated to upbringing a child that will flourish to their entire potential. But in the process, they have to protect them from knowledge. Knowledge, for our sake of humanity, is not good to have too much of; especially at a young age. Knowledge can be as hard as the truth, and to protect a child’s innocence and purity, they must blind them from that forbidden knowledge. And to do that, they might have to lie a little bit about how things really are; they have to protect them from the scary truths.  Parents, also for the benefit for their child, will lie about these commonly known mythical creatures: Santa, St. Nick, Easter Bunny, Leprechauns, etc… These myths are intended for the fun and joy of children. They are what children believe in, because magical beings are such fun in their minds and help develop their imaginations. And with that, more and more jobs these days are intertwined with using creativity and imagination, because more than half of the top 8 jobs incorporating imagination involve technical development, which dominates most of America’s citizens’ careers.[1]   Kids, of course, are too ignorant to disobey or not to believe their parents, which makes lying for the parents much, much easier. So when they tell their child to clean their room before dark or else the Laundry Monster will come out and eat them…they’ll believe it. That was what my parents told me as a child, and now it’s a natural routine to clean and reorganize my room before I go to bed. And what all started that routine? A lie.

               The U.S. Government also has a role with lies. We can’t expect such a large organization to tell the whole truth about all of its operations…that just doesn’t happen. When people suspect lies coming from the government, they assume that conspiracies are occurring. Supposing that all of the possible conspiracy acts are true, we can pull out all of the reasons why it’s good that they’re lying to us. The John F. Kennedy shooting of the 1960s, Airforce training exercises  going wrong every time something happens to a jet , and the Vietnam war really being about something else (like drugs and money) are all for the benefit for the U.S.A. because even if they do lie about some of these specific events, it is for our own good. If they wanted us to know what really occurred with all of these happenings, they would tell us.  If they did, however, tell the truth about the shootings, crashes, and wars, dire actions could take place. We would probably revolt against the government because they lied to us. Or, it is also a possibility for some people to think that aliens were taking over if there was an unidentified object that crashed an Airforce Jet, which would also start a chaotic stage in the US as well. Either way, we should be happy they lied to us, because we do not want our country to crash all because of stupid white lies…. (Assuming that the conspiracies are true of course.)

                Lying also takes its effect in random places of society. People of all different locations lie for one reason: to protect others. When shopping, someone might ask their companion or “shopping partner” for advice about clothing. They might ask this common question: “Does this make me look fat?” And considering the obesity rate in the US is 35.7%[2], it wouldn’t surprise me if the answer was “yes”. But of course, they would lie and say “no”, to protect their self esteem and confidence. Self respect is far too valuable to lose, and people these days will do anything to keep it intact. Even lie.

                As you can see, lying is inevitable. Everybody lies. Because lies are the true stitches of society. Without them, other practical events wouldn’t happen in the sheet fabric of the future. They bind us together, a positive force that pulls the remaining threads into a tie of time. They blind us together, as we are all victims of lies. But everyone has to be in the dark sometimes, we might as well accept the truth…Although, the truth is hard. Lying is simple, easy.

           

           

           

               

               

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[1]  (Better Job Advice)

[2]  (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention)

Tell-Tale Heart Response and Creative Piece!

Authors Note: This post is a combination of responses and a creative piece of the short piece “The Tell-Tale Heart” by the amazing Edgar Allen Poe! I recommend reading the last labeled piece on this post… it’s the most fun! Please Comment!

                Response #1!

Whether or not the character is reliable or treacherous is a total opinion based upon your personal beliefs and wisdom. A character or narrator could seem perfectly dependable and believable to one person and completely untrustworthy to another. In The Tell-Tale Heart, the narrator, I believe is unswervingly honest. I also believe him to be unswervingly reliable. His character may overwhelm some people of the realistic world, but not me. No one could possibly kill someone without a single drop of blood anywhere, and people of this world are too clumsy and ungraceful to practically stand still for almost an hour. Either way, you can trust him. And wasn’t that the whole point of his story, to prove him trustworthy and not mad? Yes—and it was clearly stated so. The important events within this reliable tale are all because of him. Every move, every action, every fault. Everything about him makes up the story. He is the story—mixed in with a little symbolism. His POV as before stated is everything, because as readers we obviously have no other opinion. His character, obviously from a dystopian world, has better description and logic than a normal person of our world, enhancing the symbolism and description all the more. And since his character is so powerful, he has full control over his words, meaning he could make us believe anything he wants us to. Either way, this time he was telling the truth, because a rich man of power…turning himself in? That has to be the truth, considering it takes a lot of courage to admit your own wrong doings than it is to lie about the ending.

                Response #2!

Another character within this mini piece of admittance would be the old man, in which the narrator murdered (or so he thought). The old man of course suspected nothing at first considering the narrator was a perfect gentleman to him, even more polite than usual. Our interpretation of this piece would change entirely. Instead of a haunted piece filled with deceit and then regret, it would tell a tale of a man that had a wonderful change in heart. The narrator admitted that he was even nicer to the old man the week before he killed him than any other time period. Surprised, the old man would have been overjoyed to see his newly changed friend (or employer). But when suspicion aroused he would be more cautious and their dystopian reality would hit him. Our story would start out in glee and rejoice and then morph into a nervous fear for death.

                Creative Piece!

He, such a thoughtful man, sitting there with the burrowed look of distress set upon his stone face. Chiseled, I say, because of the sharp edges his bones curved upon, almost as in a matter of haste. As if a harsh wind had whipped him so fiercely, now his skin and bones are prolonged backwards. He is the best though, despite his flaws of physical and mental. I see him there, thinking, and can’t help but feel the guilt gnaw at me. I knew it was a bother to him. My eye, so I thought to be, was the problem. I cannot face him. He hates the eye, with almost a violent aura. To about everybody in town I had cursed at, spit at, swung at, and yet, he still bailed me from the retching fouls of Hell. I owe him great deed now, for he set root in me. I see now, his best in times of worst. Worst upon the meaning of rage. Rage for confusion in times of fault, rage for himself, rage for me. But however now I feel no rage. He has saved me. He gave me again, life.

                Weeks coursed by, his burrowed look of distress had been reappearing more than ever. Always aimed towards my eye. Love turned to doubt and suspicion. I felt as a mad man would—angry. It is not my own particular fault that Hell took its revenge on me in spitting flames of morph! As one who has studied the enraging spirits his entire life, he should understand! Although, my debt has not yet been repaid. I owe him at the least, my word of work. I remember fondly the day I had begged him to hire me, as his butler, for his benefit and my satisfaction of pride afterwards. He had done so, and I was overjoyed. But of course this was not enough, I of course offered him my gold, it was my very first proposal. When he refused, I was still yet determined to find a way to repay him! And now I worked for him, working labor to repay his deed of great worthy. But now, a vibe of tension suppressed itself into the hollow walls of his home, building up, thickening and expanding the room.  My evil eye had no affect on me, but now I sense it has on my friend. Hopefully I can drive the evil away with my love and gratitude. I will start tomorrow, as for now, the work day is over.  As I left, the room finally released in a sigh of relief.

                I climbed into bed slowly and steadily that night, not for the sake of my rickety bones, but of caution. Recently, I have noticed and witnessed strange noises and shadows cascading across my walls and floors. Hopefully the demons weren’t here to drag me back. This night, I was going to catch them. One noise, and I would shred them to pieces.

                As night dragged on, I lay in bed, awake. My eyes closed. I tried imagining the evils that were lurking about my grounds, but all I could imagine was my friend.

                Clink!

                A tiny high-pitched crash echoed about the halls and rung in my ears, I sat straight-up, waiting for further movement and evidence.  All I could imagine was my friend.

                The walls seemed to move, shifting side to side, breathing in and out. All I could image was my friend.

                Was he my friend? Time clicked on. Click-click-click.

                What did he want?

                All I could imagine was my friend’s betrayal.

                And then I was back.