My dear lying Friend
My dear lying friend, I’ve known you for most of your life, if not all of it. At first, I didn’t take your lying seriously. Sometimes, especially when we were younger and just playing games, your lies even seemed amusing. But that childish intrigue has long worn off. Over time, I’ve observed a troubling pattern: whenever you’re cornered or given the chance to come clean, you often choose instead to lie, and then stack one lie upon another. From where I stand, this is not only demeaning—it’s disgusting. It’s demeaning because I’ve walked with you through many seasons of life. I expected, at the very least, some level of honesty. Why lie to my face when the truth is plain for both of us to see? Do you think I can’t discern what’s black and white? Or worse—do you believe I’m too blind or slow to notice? If anything, I should begin to question your own grip on reality for assuming I won’t see the deceit. But beyond personal offense, your lying is spiritually revolting. It’s not merely...