Okay, so you’ve seen the title for this week. Now you’re wondering: what’s beautiful about lying?

Don’t they say that all liars are going to hell?

Well, one question I definitely have an answer for is whether or not I’ve ever told lies before.

I’ve told too many lies actually. And it wasn’t beautiful at all, so I guess the first question is answered.

There’s nothing beautiful about lying.

Or should we think about this for a moment?

When I was a kid, no one spoke about small and big lies; white and dark lies. To my mother, a lie was just as bad as another lie. It didn’t matter if you stole a lollipop or you stole fifty rand and told a lie to hide what you did, the fact of the matter was that you had told a lie.

Of course, when I started watching movies this all changed. Their message seemed pretty clear to me: it’s okay to tell a white lie, because it’s a small lie and it doesn’t hurt anybody, but it’s wrong to tell a dark lie, because it’s a big lie that can hurt someone’s feelings or something.

A lie is just a lie, right?

Well, that’s not what Thabiso, a guy I recently met, says. According to him, every small lie you tell is practice for a bigger lie that you will tell tomorrow or somewhere in the future. He believes if you won’t tell the truth then you should rather not say anything. This guy believes that every time you tell a lie you’re teaching your brain a lesson until it has a degree in lying. But he doesn’t stop there. He even says that if we keep lying we will never be happy in life, because we will lose people we love, because of those lies.

When I think back to my matric year, I see an example of what this guy was talking about. I had a huge crush on a girl that was in grade 10 and, because she was younger I thought she wouldn’t be brave enough to lie to an older guy. So whenever we spoke I believed every word she told me. Believing her so much proved to be a huge mistake, of course. Because, as it turned out, most of the things she said to me were lies. The first lie she told was about her phone number. She told me it was 072 345 6789, and I didn’t see anything wrong with it until I actually tried to call her and was told the number doesn’t exist. But I forgave her for that lie.

This wasn’t the end of it, however, because she lied again. This time she told me she wasn’t ready for any kissing or hand-holding. But, of course, this wasn’t true, because I saw her one night, kissing some guy on the corner of her street.

Eventually, my heart was so broken that I decided to stop talking to her at all.

And so I’m convinced now that which each lie she told me, she was practising for another lie she was going to tell on the next day or in the next week.

Why did she lie to me?

I can honestly not tell you why she lied, so I guess we’ll never know the answer to that one.

She could’ve been trying to protect my feelings or maybe she was scared that I’d get angry if she rejected me. Or, maybe she was just playing games with my feelings.

The one thing that we can be sure of, though, is that she definitely did lie to me – over and over again!
And on that note, ladies and gentleman, I ask you to tell me what you think.

#ChatBack: What are some of the small lies and big lies you’ve told to people around you and what happened after you told those lies?

And is there ever a good reason why a person should even lie to another or is lying a really bad thing to do?

Winner of this blog’s comment is Constance for her comment: My biggest lie was when we were on HOLIDAY in Cape Town and my sister wanted to see Table Mountain. I got irritated by her constant nagging and told her Table Mountain was moved to Joburg. Thank heavens for her blonde moments and her gullibility she believed me ! But 10min later she saw Table Mountain, and that’s when her being the joke of the holiday began lol. (Rather don’t ask how old she is lol)