Truth hurts!

It's easier to say the truth than hear the truth. Thus people chose to lie in order not to hurt the other party to hear the truth. Some people called it, a white lie. And telling lies too much, you might never know one day you're telling a real lie or not. That's when you start living a lie.

Mother: Where you at now?
Me: I'm on my way home already in the bus.
Mother: Get home soon.
Me: Yes, on the way.
(I then made my way to board the bus.)

And so they say; liar liar pants on fire.

Tell me when and what was your last lie? I bet most of you can't remember; either you lie too much or you don't lie at all.

Perhaps some people are heading somewhere with these lies they tell, kinda like self convincing. (You're right Afro.) They see no guilt in telling these lies, just maybe these lies are what will make them a better person. Not a better liar I mean. Of which these lies don't affect other people but the liar itself. Now, don't see it as if I'm saying lying is purely ok!

I lied before, to myself to others. And I'm not afraid to admit. It was never easy and it took me rather long to confidently say and not lie; "I'm allright." People, lie for right reasons.

Or not, play the game of pretence. It's a lie too.

Moving on;

I'm that-feeling-you-get-when-you-can't-find-a-word-for-it of growing up. I've grown yesterday, growing now and will grow tomorrow.

The fact that:
1. I look 16 when I'm actually turning 19.
2. When I still can't really reach the bus handles at this age.
3. Knowing that my Starbuck-ing sessions will decrease sooner or later.
4. I have to make myself and most importantly my family proud.
5. I need to think serious, most of the time I'm such a chimpanzee.
6. When I reach the big two-o, it's time to carve a name in the society.
7. Looking back at the things I should and/or shouldn't have done.
8. I still have Indian/Bangla men oogling at me; in my business suit or not.
9. I count the days to my next birthday every year. And.
10. Not married still at the age of 30.

Today, I've learnt that at times it's just best to listen.

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