I welcome you to my blog. I think every individual walking the face of the earth has told a lie or two, most of the time not because they wished to but because the situation they found themselves in had forced them to. As much as we have people who tell lies like it is nothing, we have those who don't enjoy telling lies and only engage in telling lies when they have no other choice. So people tell lies and make excuses for doing so; sometimes those excuses are valid and sometimes they are not.
Telling a lie, whether a white one or not, is really not something nice to engage in, but like I said before, life sometimes forces you to do things you know are not right, and sometimes you have no other choice than to do it. There are times when we tell a lie just so we don't hurt the other person, but in most cases we actually end up hurting them more by not telling them the truth that time; sometimes we lie to save them from the hurt, and when they find out from somewhere else, they even want to fight as to why it did not come from us.
Growing up in a military base once put me in a position where I had to tell a white lie, whenever a soldier dies sadly the news goes round and everybody gets to hear the news except the soldier's family and everyone will just be looking at the family pitifully while they go about their activities thinking everything is okay. No one tells them until the commanding officer of the unit or base and some delegates come to the family and break the news officially; before then, everyone just looks at them pitifully and from afar; no one even wants such news to come from them.
My friend's dad died. Just like it has been happening, every other person heard the news except them. He visited my house that morning, and I just kept imagining what life would be like for him after he finally gets the news of what had happened. I knew that would definitely break him, as his dad meant everything to his family. I kept being absentminded and was not as free or jovial as I ought to be with him. I tried to hide it, but I just could not hide it completely, and he noticed something was off.
He asked me if anything was wrong and if I have heard anything that he is not aware of as I was not myself, immediately I did not even allow him to end his sentence when I denied everything. He then talked about how his mom is worried because they have been trying to reach their dad, his number keeps going through but he does not pick up and won't call back which is quite unusual, at that point I was speechless for a minute or two before I lied again and told him that maybe his dad is busy or far from his phone.
He said he feels something is off as everyone is giving him that look they give people that kind of thing has happened to; I still had to encourage him and tell him to stay positive. One thing about a lie is that one lie leads to another, and before you know it, you have lies built upon lies. He left and, on reaching home, saw the delegates from the headquarters leaving their house and knew his instincts were right.
He cried his way back to my house; he kept crying and saying I should have told him the news would have been better from me, but how could I have brought myself to do that? Consoling him was not an easy feat to achieve. If it is easy to just say the truth and cause the havoc a lot earlier, I think it is better to do so because whether the truth comes now or later, the pain it will cause them does not change.
