EVERYTHING BUT SPORTS: Truth
Everyone has some amount of trouble with truth. Whenever too much truth hits us, it hurts. So we become good at palliative lies: those little untruths that help social interactions run smoothly. We begin learning these little lies early:
“Give Granny a kiss before we go bye-bye.”
“Granny has a mustache.”
“Hush! She does not. Now kiss Granny and let’s go.”
As we grow older the lies grow more subtle:
“How’re you doing?”
“I’m good!” (even when, you know, we’re not good at all). We lie.
And if right now you’re thinking, “Those are not lies,” well then, you’ve made my point.
See what I mean?
Disclaimer: The thoughts expressed here are my own and are not necessarily the official positions of the Manchester Times or Fredonia Church of Christ.