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Lies My Father (and Others) Told Me

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Posted July 19, 2011 by jim young in Lifestyle

– jim young

Often lies are told for our own good and are therefore forgivable.

For example, in the late 1950s, following a television episode of Fury in which a tornado threatened Fury and the Broken Wheel Ranch, I was afraid to go to sleep.

“The great thing about living in Ontario,” my father told me, “is we don’t get hurricanes, earthquakes or tornadoes around here.” That helped me sleep that night.

There’s nothing to be gained in explaining to a young boy of about 7 or 8 that there’s no point in worrying about the elements of nature as there’s nothing we can do about them anyway. Children of that age cannot easily cope with their own mortality. They look to their father for protection against everything and want reassurance that the sun is going to shine the next day.

But it was a lie. Like many adults, my father may not have realized that tornadoes do in fact reap their havoc in Ontario, until a tornado struck Barrie over 25 years later in 1985. And I think my first earthquake shook the ground in Barrie the following year.

But this was the late 1950s and my father was well aware of the devastation Southern Ontario endured from Hurricane Hazel just a few years prior in 1954.
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As far as I know. This was the only lie my father ever told me.

Then there are little white lies. Many people justify telling little white lies by convincing themselves they fall into the same category as the lies in the example above.

And although they may often seem harmless, sometimes they are not.

At some point in his marriage, every husband will inevitably be faced with the “does this dress make me look fat?” dilemma.

The obvious answer (especially if you’re in a hurry to leave) is “No.”

Most of the time it’s the right answer whether it’s a little white lie or not. (At least 50% of the time it’s not even a lie as women tend to see themselves heavier than they really are.)

BUT, and it’s a very big BUTT (pun intended), if the dress really does make your wife look fat, you’re really not doing your wife or yourself any favours by lying about it.

Your wife’s girlfriends and even her very best friend are not as kind as you and will tell your wife in no uncertain terms how fat she looks in the dress and it will come back to bite you in YOUR butt.

So you might want to do both yourself and your wife a favour by subtly suggesting “it’s not as complimentary” as another dress might be and resign yourself to the fact that you’re going to be late.

But the lies that I have found most damaging in my life are the blatant lies people tell that give false hope. And the sad part is, I’m quite sure those telling these lies, have somehow managed to convince themselves they are truths.

But they are not.

If there are “universal truths” doesn’t it stand to reason that there are also “universal lies”?
So here’s a few “universal lies” other people have told me that I have learned from personal experience are nothing more than “big fat lies”.

  • There is a god.
  • If you lose weight you will feel better.
  • If you make faces your face will stay that way.
  • If you masturbate you’ll go blind.
  • There’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
  • Father knows best.
  • Mothers have eyes in the back of their heads.
  • No good deed goes unrewarded.
  • Good things come to all who wait.
  • Instant Karma’s gonna get you.
  • You can accomplish anything if you set your mind to it.
  • All men are created equal.
  • God answers all your prayers. (This isn’t actually a lie (except for the god part) but it is a little misleading in that what they don’t tell you up front is that sometimes the answer is “no”.)

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Pot of Gold – A Universal Lie!

 

My favourite justification for lying was related to me from a friend of mine who was a Catholic, but far from devout Catholic. Don told me as a young boy he would only go to confession on rare occasions. After the “Father-forgive-me-for-I-have-sinned…” formalities were out of the way, the priest would inevitably ask when Don had last been to confession.

“It’s been a week since I have been to confession,” Don would blatantly lie, and then when asked to confess his sins, he always started out with, “In the past week I have lied…”

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