Thinking I am Clever

Thinking I am Clever

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Thinking I am Clever

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.

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.

Hey John, how are you doing today? Do you have a minute to chat with me a little? The excitement on John’s 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.’ John informed me that he would lie to get high until cocaine became his priority.

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.

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.

Lies are not good!