Pinocchio

When I found out about the first topic of our blog, I knew I'd have a problem writing about it. Truth is something that I had always had trouble keeping in practice. As a kid I was a habitual liar to everyone, that includes parents, siblings, teachers and friends. I don't know why I was such a little liar, but I was and I was bad at it. My mother would always find out and my other lies didn't have a better outcome than as if I were to of told the truth. I read Sigmund Freud's quote, "From error to error, one discovers the entire truth" and I understood it in two different ways. My first interpretation is the more obvious, from making continuous mistakes, the truth is eventually discovered, but my second interpretation is viewing those mistakes as lies. Every lie I told was a mistake and with the amount of lies I made up, the truth was eventually discovered.


I eventually caught onto the art of lying and became quite efficient. It was a quality of myself that I never considered to be a terrible one because no one knew what I was up to. They say "ignorance is bliss", so I felt if no one knew, then there was no harm, no reason to be upset. That obviously was a lie to myself.


Years down the road, I entered the relationship with my current girlfriend. My current girlfriend was able to break me down and read right through every single lie I ever made up and even then she has decided to be with me. I saw the pain my lies caused her and the guilt that loomed over me for the lies that I told became unbearable. That's when I decided I was done with lies and could not hurt this person who I have come to love so much. It was a relief, as if I had suddenly become real, like in Pinocchio, a "brave, truthful, unselfish" person.