The whole thing began with a little white lie that cumulated into a series of bigger lies and the you know what hit the fan and it all came crashing down on both of them. The moral of the story is don't drive eight hours to Philadelphia in the middle of the night just so you can taste a real Philly Cheese Steak sandwhich.
In my civic duty as a friend, it was my job to take the combined seven hours out of my Saturday to give my thoughts about what she should and shouldn't do about her beau. The jist of the situation was the fact that he lied to her on several occasions. Not only did he lie, but the cases of the fibbery were matters that need not be lied about.
Why is it that people find it easier to lie, then to simply tell the truth?
I know that we all do it, most of us more than others and some of us should give a closer look at what comes out of our mouths.
I say to everyone, the benefits of lying do not ever outweigh the benefits of being upfront and honest. They say that honesty is the best policy, and although this policy isn't written anywhere, it still holds true.
Consequences aside, the life of a lier is filled with disappointment and seclusion from others. Trying to keep with the lies you tell becomes your only job - watching your Ps and Qs for whatever that means, that you miss out on a lot of good times one could be having.
I know that lies are easier for us to rattle off than just telling the truth, because sometimes the truth hurts. But just remember that lying can kill just about every part of you - and there's no coming back from death.
KLR
