While growing up at home, my dad would always tell us about his number one rule, which was to tell him the truth always. He would always remind us about how much he hates anyone that lies and how there was always a possibility of being pardoned when we did something wrong, as long as we told him the truth.
It was one rule that I tried to follow but there were times where the offence were so huge that even the truth couldn't save us from my dad's ass whooping. And that made me realize that though the truth might set you free, it all depends on the magnitude of the offence committed.
Earlier today I was having a conversation with my friends and the topic of discussion was honesty. We all were debating about the importance of always being honest but at some point, we all admitted that there are times where being told the truth would make you wish that person had lied to you instead.
And I say this because we all know that not all truth is good. The fact that someone is telling you the truth doesn't mean they're saying something nice about you and there are times where those truthful words coming out of that person's mouth are so hurtful that you just wished that person hadn't said anything in the first place, at least you won't feel the way you would be feeling at that moment.
Those words even hurt the most when you know they're being truthful because it just proves to you that whatever that person is saying about you, they're not saying it because they hate you (which would have been a lot more better), but they're saying it because it's the truth.
A couple of days ago, a friend had been caught going out with another lady and his girlfriend had asked him about it, to which he denied it immediately. Unknown to him, someone had seen both of them and had given his girlfriend all of the necessary details to confirm that he indeed had gone out with someone.
When he realized that he had been caught in his lie, he began to beg, telling her that nothing had happened between himself and the said lady and even though all he was saying was the truth, his girlfriend no longer believed a word he was saying because he had initially lied that he didn't go out with nobody.
When he explained the whole thing to me, he had told me that the only reason why he had lied at first was because he had felt it would be disrespectful to his girlfriend if he had told her the first time that he did what she was accusing him of and that the only reason he had lied was because he cared about her feelings and didn't want to hurt her.
It might sound like trash and what he said might not had been the best way of handling the situation but it did actually made some sense to me because looking at it from a different angle, if his girlfriend didn't have any proof that he had indeed gone out with another lady, then she would have believed his lies and would have probably spent the rest of the day in a good and happy mood with her boyfriend, unlike the sad mood she ended up with because she knew he was lying.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is that in as much as lying isn't a good thing, telling the truth won't always set you free, there are times when telling the truth would put you in a much bigger trouble, so y'all be careful out there when making your choices.
