No, I've never talked about a loved one behind their back. Cigarettes? Ew, none. Always wash my hands before cooking... and I don't sample food with my fingers.
^& that's the easy stuff to admit.
When we lie about ourselves, the purpose is to hide what we're ashamed of, right? So if people stopped lying, it'd be an upward spiral of decency. First come the first layers of honesty, obviously. Then we'd have to face the disgrace. & then we'd change.
People are flawed in their inability to predict situations they'll face(, especially far) in the future. Looking back, it's easy to see what we should've said or done from the get-go, but manipulation is far too easy and justifiable when it seems as though problems will float away with a little white lie.
Just yesterday, I came down in my pajamas and my mom offered me coffee, which she served in a dainty mug I've probably never drank out of. I commented on the size of it and my mom pointed out her equally sized cup and suggested we were in a French bistro, which of course prompted a playtime French bistro conversation, until I went for the real deal and emptied the carafe into my favorite hefty mug. Turns out, my mom wanted to have the last of the coffee. No big deal, right? But if she had initially revealed her true intentions behind giving me a puny cup, I wouldn't have taken the coffee she tried to save. You lie, you lose. Eventually.
So I've dabbled in pretty much all of the Cardinal Sins and even defiled a Commandment or two, but I'm still doin' alright. The morality I care about from here on out is encompassed by a life of truth. & that alone could've kept me away from the most dishonorable things I've ever done... but hey.
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