Just admit it. You’re a liar.
Before you get your knickers in a twist, I’m not referring to the fibs you tell your boss about why you are regularly tardy. Nor am I talking about that Facebook profile photo that took you 20 attempts and a good bit of Photoshop know-how.
The lies I’m talking about are victimless. Still, they are falsehoods that I too am guilty of — as is just about every person whose condition I’ve inquired about or called early in the morning.
Certainly you’ve asked a raspy-voiced someone on the telephone whether you awakened them and heard ‘no.’ When you are that someone who allows the ringing to interrupt your dreams, do you admit it to the caller?
I’ve never been able to determine why we offer up such an obvious falsehood. Are we all deep-down good people who don’t like the…
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