Thinking I am Clever<\/p>\n
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It was not a normal day for me at work. With upcoming deadlines to meet, my head started throbbing, and I was feeling overwhelmed with confusion, nervousness, and anxiety. I was trying to figure out how I would get all my work done in so little time. I sat in the office, staring at the computer, thinking. Suddenly a bulb went off in my head. Why am I so worked up about a paper that is due? Besides, I work at a substance abuse facility filled with liars. After all, they lie to me daily. <\/p>\n
After reading a piece by Stephanie Ericsson called the ways we lie, she pointed out many forms of lies we tell without even noticing. Trying to be clever, I decided to deceive one of my patients so I could get content for my paper. It is not a big deal! How would he know? With a big grin on my face, I got up, opened the door, and beckoned to one of my patients called John the Baptist. Funny Right? Putting a religious word in the same sentence as a lie.<\/p>\n
Hey John, how are you doing today? Do you have a minute to chat with me a little? The excitement on John\u2019s face was refreshing to me. Although, I knew John would use this opportunity as an excuse not to attend his group meeting. I asked John how did substance abuse affect his family? He said, “It usually starts with a secret that leads to lies, not knowing how it would affect others.\u2019 John informed me that he would lie to get high until cocaine became his priority.<\/p>\n
The lies and substance abuse played with my moral compass, where I lied and cheated. I remember one instance where I told my wife I was going to the mechanic because my car had broken down and that I had to spend the entire night at the mechanic shop. However, I was a crack house with a Jezebel. I did not even know from a can of paint slumped between my crotches.<\/p>\n
Lies are insignificant because you use one lie to cover another. By the time you notice, you keep on lying. For me, it comes naturally; I no longer know when I am telling the truth. I could not lie anymore. My body started to tell tales…tales of deceit, tales of lies, tales of the truth.<\/p>\n
Lies are not good!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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