Lying is bad. Or so we are told constantly from birth. Honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free, I chopped down the cherry tree. Whatever. The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth... the truth freaking hurts.
Am I a bad friend if I lie to make my friend happy? You know tell them what they want to hear. Not want to burst their high.
I think not!
I have been thinking just how many times this year I have told my friends what they wanted to hear. After i took my shoes and socks off to continue my counting I smiled. We all do it in the name of love. Apparently I have "good ears". So who am I to point out the elephant standing in the corner of the room.
So many times I have smiled, nodded and prepared my shoulder to be the ones that will be cried on.
No I'm not perfect and I am a candidate for not seeing the wood for the trees when it comes to my own life. We always see fault in others right?
So should I take the truth serum and start saying what I see and truly think. Or should I be 'Cool Joice' who just wants to see her friends happy?