"Do you lie?"
"Why? Do you?"
"No, I'm askin', if you lie."
"Honesty is not synonymous with truth."
"Yea... you lie!"
This little exchange between Di Caprio and Farmiga struck a chord.
Got me thinking, how many fucking times have I lied in my life. And how easy it is to me, at times.
Its like I have no conscience. She goes on to say "sometimes you got to lie to keep things on an even keel".
How true it is .
The concept of 'white lie avoiding unneccesary conflict' come into mind .
Fact is though, its a weakness. Parasitic. It grows. Sometimes it disgusts me, yet at most times it saves my ass.
Makes me wonder, Am I really so fucked up? Doubt I can go a day without lying at all, become my second nature?
Its like AIDS. Once you're fucked, you're fucked!
Not that I don't try. It hurts though, sometimes. Subconsciously feeling what am doing is 'wrong', yet, I give in.
Only silver lining, I can lie about my lying problem. ;)
Jokes aside, I'm not proud, neither am I ashamed. I'd like to think I know atleast some of my faults, the positivity just flows out of every orifice of mine, you see! :P
A period of isolation, followed by self questioning, can bring out vile demons from within. How I wish I'd seen a statutory warning
of some kind. :/
