Lies

An interesting thought hit me on the bus ride down from campus today. You see, yesterday I'd been told that I was a pretty terrible liar – and admittedly, I was indeed in the case concerned, since I chuckled before delivering the rather obvious lie in a too-sweet voice of innocence. I've been told on other occasions that I'm a bad liar, too, which probably validates the awful liar theory. I also make it somewhat of a principle to avoid lying, even the little white lies that are normally pretty socially acceptable.

But what, I thought on this jog down the mountain, what if the being an awful liar was just a lie in itself? What if it was the ultimate facade, nothing more than a trick to get people to believe that you were a pretty honest person, since there was no way that you could lie to save your life? That kind of act might put them off guard for when you actually do lie, you see, and you could get away with all kinds of things.

And then I thought that the question was far too complicated for me to be thinking about on a bus ride, and even then, it was kind of irrelevant to me since I don't usually lie anyways.

Or do I?