Don't do drugs
Lies. I am surrounded by them, haunted by those of the past and weary of those in the future. There are too many people willing to bend the truth and I am sick of it. Why is it that the human race, supposedly intelligent beings with good natured intentions toward others of their species, feel that the truth does not suffice on a daily basis? I just don't understand it.
Ever tried to distinguish the truth after a lie? Ha, good luck with that one. Between small white lies to skeletons in the closet, it's like a wolf in sheep's clothing. The worst part? One lie doesn't seem to be enough. It's as though a new kind of drug has entered the U.S. and is taking America's youth by storm. They are addicted by false verbiage that they feel is necessary to complete a daily quota. Like cocaine or the booze they stole from their parents cabinet, they sneak little ones in, occasionally going all out on one major bash. They think it cant hurt them, or others, but like the previously compared substances, they do. The repercussions are permanent markings on the sole, and regret is, hopefully, inevitable. But even then, it is usually too late.
Caught once, and they swear they will never do it again. "It was only a little lie. I needed an upper, something to make me feel good again". You want to believe them, desperately trying to twist their words into something that resembles honesty, but when it comes down to it, that would be a lie in itself. Eventually one has to accept that those who have lied will most likely lie again. Deny it as we try, the facts and statistic stare us in the face, cold and ugly. Stoned. Unflinching.
If only there were some way to help these people who's version of reality resembles that of Alice's Wonderland. Rehab claims to fix a problem, sometimes for a short time, and on rare occasions, permanently. But is it possible to change a habit like falsehood? Sure you can buy a lie, but then you can always come up with a home recipe. You can make one out of anything really. Denying them of juicy subjects to lie about will only leave them with lies they tell themselves in cold comfort, to excuse the predicament they are in. "It's not my fault." "It was one mistake, people just over react" "No one died, why cant they just leave it alone?" "They will get over it eventually". If only.
The most pain is probably felt by outsiders, who experience the sigteffects as much, if not more, then the addict. They can do nothing but watch as the problem grows, until like a trail of smoke, each fib aligns to become a chain of vapor. Transparent, but only barely. Like a victim trapped by a drunk drivers car, they are pinned in pain, unable to escape the weight that holds them, unable to focus on anything else. Sometimes this person is a loved one, a friend. At the saddest times it is a bystander, who's company was never met until it was too late to take it back. You cant retract a lie. Once it's out, it spreads, like the poison through the blood stream. Too late.
The moral of my essay? For that's what it is now, really. Be honest, be clean. One false word can send you off the deep end, killing hopes and dreams of those around you. You want others to trust you, then don't give them a reason not to in the beginning. It's that simple. Too simple for the human mind? Maybe...
-b-
Ever tried to distinguish the truth after a lie? Ha, good luck with that one. Between small white lies to skeletons in the closet, it's like a wolf in sheep's clothing. The worst part? One lie doesn't seem to be enough. It's as though a new kind of drug has entered the U.S. and is taking America's youth by storm. They are addicted by false verbiage that they feel is necessary to complete a daily quota. Like cocaine or the booze they stole from their parents cabinet, they sneak little ones in, occasionally going all out on one major bash. They think it cant hurt them, or others, but like the previously compared substances, they do. The repercussions are permanent markings on the sole, and regret is, hopefully, inevitable. But even then, it is usually too late.
Caught once, and they swear they will never do it again. "It was only a little lie. I needed an upper, something to make me feel good again". You want to believe them, desperately trying to twist their words into something that resembles honesty, but when it comes down to it, that would be a lie in itself. Eventually one has to accept that those who have lied will most likely lie again. Deny it as we try, the facts and statistic stare us in the face, cold and ugly. Stoned. Unflinching.
If only there were some way to help these people who's version of reality resembles that of Alice's Wonderland. Rehab claims to fix a problem, sometimes for a short time, and on rare occasions, permanently. But is it possible to change a habit like falsehood? Sure you can buy a lie, but then you can always come up with a home recipe. You can make one out of anything really. Denying them of juicy subjects to lie about will only leave them with lies they tell themselves in cold comfort, to excuse the predicament they are in. "It's not my fault." "It was one mistake, people just over react" "No one died, why cant they just leave it alone?" "They will get over it eventually". If only.
The most pain is probably felt by outsiders, who experience the sigteffects as much, if not more, then the addict. They can do nothing but watch as the problem grows, until like a trail of smoke, each fib aligns to become a chain of vapor. Transparent, but only barely. Like a victim trapped by a drunk drivers car, they are pinned in pain, unable to escape the weight that holds them, unable to focus on anything else. Sometimes this person is a loved one, a friend. At the saddest times it is a bystander, who's company was never met until it was too late to take it back. You cant retract a lie. Once it's out, it spreads, like the poison through the blood stream. Too late.
The moral of my essay? For that's what it is now, really. Be honest, be clean. One false word can send you off the deep end, killing hopes and dreams of those around you. You want others to trust you, then don't give them a reason not to in the beginning. It's that simple. Too simple for the human mind? Maybe...
-b-