Lies, they're everywhere. Everyone has told lies sometime in their lives, and if someone hasn't, it's only a matter of time. People love lies because it sounds so pretty. It's nice to hear, it's the easiest way out, especially when you don't want the extra complaints, the "why-does-it-happen-this-way" answers are just far too hard to explain.
Billboards, they hardly tell the whole truth, maybe just the good side to make people feel good about themselves. The bottomline is: Lies sell, like hot, fresh cakes. If you never lied, and you've always told the truth, you're a freak, a weirdo, an insensitive person.
Friends, unless you want to lose them you have to had tell lies at some point. Okay, no, not really, but if you've never lied to your friend, you would have at least told half lies, and hide the bad side from the people around you.
Lies sell, but gossip, truths, half-truths of lies, they are majorly expensive, passed down to an elite group of people who want the gossip. There could be people who are sugary sweet in front of you, but they shoot you pointblank to the back, simply by gossip. Why is it human nature to do such derogatory things? What joy or judgement do we receive in the end. Do we get an express card of pleasure throughout our lives? Well I think almost the whole world's population could qualify for it if they ever had one.
It just bugs me how gossip is a favourite pastime for some. You lose friends, you gain suspicions, yet the vicious cycle never ends. It's really a sadistic, sort of perverted defilement of pleasure and fun. Weird how we keep doing it to people even if people could hurt us terribly by doing the same. Worst of all, there seems to be no rehabilitation programme for this sort of addiction.
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