People seem to take comfort in lies, and the more intricate the web of deceit, the easier it becomes to swallow. If one goes and tells someone the brutal truth, they feel hurt and wounded. Do we enjoy being fooled, and are we so weak that we can't handle the truth? Does one need to sugar coat each spoonful of truth before one shoves it down your throat? Is this the reason why the truth is so unpopular? It seems rather taxing to lie because it requires an excellent memory, for starters, and to think on your feet in case you get caught on that lie. Aren't we exhausted from all the effort it takes? Is reality such a scary concept?
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
