Old Habits

Smudging the inner character. What better ways than lies?

It is a complex process, some say. Honesty to oneself apparently does not suffice. There is a need for showcase, and the grander one does this, greater is his reflection. It is hardly a blunt tool to get out of situations. Immense strides of integrity hangs in the balance.

Why the need?

Scenarios demand such blatant repositories of washed out lies. Not so much easy to deem reality, for kindness is a compulsion, otherwise you are labelled an outsider. Perfect monosyllables are so hard to nurture. When a lot of questions surge from an insignificant non-truth, a fear stems out.

The world I live in demands reasons. A striking personal touch in comparison to the foreplay. The plural is quite the way not to begin with. But unfortunately, no test of character can expose a person of his inner truths. Simple lies are easy to create and the trick is in following through. Saying no to people is quite hard and trust me self-help books are no practise fields. If you shy away, you are disobliging; when you abstain from saying no, the brain and heart swing a contrasting pulse; but if you lie, you lose morality.

Being an introvert is quite challenging per se. The hide grows on you. Your identity is carved. But does it mean lying smudges your character? It is a hard answer to tell. Even simples things disfigure a person; for things you can do, when you say no, it becomes a trait of the laziness. If keeping to oneself requires the blatant lies when the mind desires solace, I’d vouch for the hard constructed lies. Ah the irony.

There is incessant ranting for a question that needs no answer. Or maybe the answer is so well-known that a guiding light seems a foolish construct.

It reminds me of George Carlin.

“And the part I really don’t understand, if you’re looking for self help, why would you read a book, written by somebody else?! That’s not self help, that’s help!”.

Originally published on June 14, 2014 at inchoatus.blogspot.com.