Day 01 of a nice little 10 day writing experiment.
I looked at Kirk's writing prompts and decided to take a different spin on them. Rather than write about times (or a time) I lied, I wonder about the actual definition of a lie. Obviously, when things are THIS or THAT we can tell if something is a lie or a truth. But so much of life is a bit of a gray area, don't you think? Personal interpretation can seem dishonest to someone. And that makes me wonder about how differently everyone sees the world anyway. I am often perplexed when someone I like interprets something completely differently (they're usually wrong :) than I do. How is it possible?
I think it's a great thing that we are all different... but how in the world, for instance, does someone believe that a certain ethnicity or culture or color or sexual preference makes a person "bad" or lesser of a person than themselves? This is only one of the things that baffles me. There are many. Thinking about lies leads me to thinking about true differences. We all lie. Probably multiple times a day. Simple lies that are mostly told to avoid hurt feelings (or more serious problems) are common. People who say 'I NEVER lie' are big liars. Facebook is a great apparatus for telling lies. People can freely lie about others on social media without the fear of owning up or reproach they might face if face to face. It's quite disturbing, really. The more we know, the more competently we can decide what is real and what is not, I suppose. The opposite of lies is truth. But sometimes a thing can be true to one and not another.
I used to wonder if my kids were lying to me sometimes when they were younger. We like to think not, but then in retrospect it's probably true that I WANTED to hear "I am being safe and I dont sex-text strangers and No, there are no drugs involved" than something...else. At 16. So if there was lying done in an instance such as that...Am I better off with the lie? What if he had said "Well actually, mom, I just had sex with a girl I don't really know and it was amazing, and yeah we always smoke pot and drink cheap liquor before we go to the...." You get the picture.
Here's some truth about my day. I took the day off today! (I didn't even have to lie to anyone to get that) And I took my kid to the airport. Going to the airport always makes me feel a variety of mixed feelings. I happen to love airports. Weird, I know. He's going to take care of some business and see some friends in NY for a few days before he leaves the country for 8 months. Yep. THAT trip to the airport will be wrought with OTHER feelings, believe me. I'll save that essay for another time. X #500wordsaday