“Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.” People quote this wrongly attributing it to Shakespeare. I first heard it from my ex-husband who did not credit it to anyone. It was in Walter Scott’s poem, “Marmion” (1808). It’s kind of the moral of the poem, based on a love triangle where somebody actually dies. Suffice to say it really makes things bad when someone lies. It complicates everything. The person(s) lied to believe it because we don’t want to have the baggage of trust issues all over us, and basically we want to believe in people. So the liar has to perpetuate the lie, or completely discredit him/herself and own up to being a liar. Who wants that? Then it takes on a life of its own, this lie, kind of like a cancer. Its host, the liar, abandons reality in order to perpetuate this alternate universe, started by a simple, little lie. It’s easier to eat some humble pie, admit to the thing and get on with it. Maybe s/he loses credibility with a person or some persons. Maybe a lot of people. Maybe those people believe in second chances and the liar had a clean slate before. Then it’s easier to put the trust option out there again. But if this was a chronic situation, second chances having been had all around before it’s way harder. The liar might as well move, change jobs, or just dig a hole and wait things out. Do people forget? Some might. Some might not, but are willing to forgive, but they remember what happened so their antenna are up, you know, just in case.

What the heck. Being honest, telling the truth is a whole lot easier. At least you can sleep.