If I trust you I believe every word you say. This is just how language should work, or at least, this is how I believe it should. In order to understand each other we are supposed to tell what we actually mean. Language is not at all a perfect tool for communication but we don’t have any better. And when you tell me not what you really mean it distorts the thought to a monstrous degree.
If you don’t want to tell me something – just say it how it is. If you dislike me – just tell me. If you hate me – speak up! I am not a small girl, it’s no big frustration for me. If you don’t want to hurt me, your lie is the thing that hurts most. If you think I buy people for the outside and airs they put on in order to fit my taste then I must confess – I do not. Anymore.
I wonder why people are lying all round me and I tell lies too and still I just can’t put up with lies. I can’t stand them. I fancy Emil Zola for his truth addiction only. I tell too much truth usually, maybe I should lie more in order to get more from this life but in most occasions I just can’t.
Lie doesn’t bring anything real, it’s total fiction. But your attempts to deceive construct false reality others live in and as soon as these decorations break and fall over their heads they dislike the fact of being deceived much more that the actual reality they see behind this fallen veil.
