Tell me lies

In which the truth is harder than the fiction.

Pinnochio with a long nose

I’ve written from some exotic places, like the Maldives and Greece, but today I’m writing away on a tour bus of Boston.

This is the first post I’ve made about the lying and telling the truth, and also the first time I shall have a rant about something. See lying is easy, and I say that as a 6’7” tall, dark and handsome astrophysicist. Unlike my career of choice, fibbing is not rocket science…and that this is the second time I have posted this.

Lying is essential to our own survival. It’s a cover for our fears, betrayals, neuroses and selfishness. A way of pretending that we appear better than we act, a way of convincing ourselves of an alternative reality where there are rainbows, and butterflies, and everyone sings and no one ever cries except tears of joy and that happens all the time because everything is so frakking wonderful. And there are unicorns.

Like Neo’s spoon, this is all a lie.

The real world is a horrible place, would you want to tell the truth. Go on, tell a child that “no you can’t grow up to be a fireman/ballerina/president”. Tell them “you will have a boring job like millions, and debt, and pay taxes, and get headaches, being treated like an idiot and get your heartbroken countless times. Your existence will not make an iota of difference to the workings of the universe. You. Are. Insignificant.”

I tell plenty of mistruths each day not to mislead people but to make them feel better, it’s creating a reality that is more bearable and worth living for. In the first episodes of Battlestar Galactica William Adama lied to the remnants of the colonies that he knew where Earth was and they were on the way there. When challenged in private by others that he didn’t know the location he explained that what would you have me tell people, the truth?

It’s why the fantasy industry of movies, books, music and games makes more money than the news. It’s why we pretend we are pop stars in the shower, it’s why dream of being a movie star, it’s why I sit and play RPG’s and read books. For just a short time of space it feels good not to be me and lie to myself.

The real world is a cold place. Never tell the truth, live in the world of lies.

There are unicorns there.

Because I live in this world it is not easy to hoodwink me, I naturally assume that anything being told to me is a mistruth. I’d also like to think I lack that element of naivety that would make me susceptible to a tall story. I’m forever questioning facts I’m told so if I hear a story that sounds too good to be true a citation is needed.

But I didn’t lie about being in Boston.

Source: False

Author: geekergosum

Ah, so you worked out the riddle. You just needed to use dwarfish and the doors to Geek Ergo Sum opened. Or perhaps you just used Google. Either way you are here, on my little corner of the Internet.

5 thoughts on “Tell me lies”

  1. It’s true that lying can help. One sometimes has to lie to people to make oneself look better, for instance when applying for a job otherwise he/she will not be taken seriously. The world of celebrities, politics, the media or business are full of lies and make believe. As you say lying is needed for survival. In the animal world many animals such as tigers, chameleons and snakes among others camouflages themselves in certain colours in order to catch their prey. In human warfare lying is an essential techniques. Genghis Khan, for instance used it a lot by sending spies into cities before attacking them who told a lot of lies about the size and ferocity of his army in order to frighten them. Poker players bluff to win which is a form of lying. I teach self defence and one of the techniques that I teach for protection is based on lying like the animals that I’ve described. However good lying is an art that can be very useful but bad careless lying can fireback when one is found out. All this said the ability to see through liars is a very powerful weapon and also a way to avoid delusion, deception and disappointment.


Think inside the box, feel free to leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s