CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Word Count: 564
Tell the truth about something you usually lie about.
I am not in the habit of lying, whether it be to those close to me, or to those who, are, not so close. If I ever made a habit of doing such a thing, of lying, to others, about things I was uncomfortable with, then there is no doubt in my mind, that somehow, sometime, I would be discovered, I would be found out, and then, subsequently, destroyed. In this day and age, you do not get away with keeping secrets from people, creating future traps for yourself to fall in to, because doing such a thing will get you back. Oh no, it may not be tomorrow, next month, or even next year, but if a person lies about something, someone, somehow, is bound to find out. For example, if a person lies about being able to do something they can’t do, about having been somewhere they haven’t been, or about knowing something that they do not know, then they exponentially increase their chances of slipping up. Someone is bound to uncover their lie, eventually, and, when that happens, they will have to suffer the consequences of their devilish actions.
I do not lie to people, and, as such, I suffer no consequences from lying. Besides, what could I ever have to gain, from telling my superiors, or inferiors, that I can do, or have done, something, that I have not, or can not, do? Nothing, that’s what. Absolutely, fucking, nothing. Like Sanders, if he told Grissom that he could analyse something in half the time he really could, or made up a result that he didn’t have, then he would, eventually, and, hopefully, quickly, be found out. As a result of this deviation from the truth, he would, most likely, lose his job. Yes, yes, Sanders would never do something like that, I know, but also know this. I am not, have not, and will not, ever, be interested in telling lies to make things better, because, I’d rather face the immediate truth, as the event happens. I’d rather face that truth, then have the lie on my mind, with the ability to sneak up on me, at any given moment, sometime later, at a period of time in the future where the effects of the lie have already taken effect. Whether it be my own guilt, or someone else’s actions towards me, because of my lie, something would happen, something bad, would happen, and, as such, that is specifically why I do not lie. I do not want the consequences of lying, so I do not lie to others, nor myself, and that is simply how things go. I am an honest man, a good public servant, who enjoys his job, and the good things he can do for the community. I will not, in any way, risk that, or fuck that up, for myself, by way of my own being. I am not that kind of person, I never have been, and, I never will be.
The greatest lie that I have ever told, is that I am ok, when I am not, even, when I am not. For the most part, I am ok, I am, in fact, indeed, quite fine. As such, I do not classify my telling of my own being, being fine, as a lie, because, quite simply, oh, quite so simply, it is not.