Yes.
Anyone who says otherwise is (ironically) lying.
That’s why privacy laws are so important and why the old “If you haven’t done anything wrong, you shouldn’t care about your data being collected by literally everyone” argument is bullshit. Because it’s not about breaking the law, or lying about some big secret. It’s about presenting to the world the you that you want to present to the world.
The most basic fundamental right is to be seen as we want to be seen.
Everyone…and I mean EVERYONE…has something that, if it were public, would change the way that others look at them. Maybe for the good, maybe for the worse. It doesn’t matter. It could be that you’re into midget porn. It could be that you anonymously donate a quarter of your paycheque to charity and you want it to remain anonymous for whatever reason. The point is, THAT IS YOUR RIGHT to keep that to yourself.
We get to show the world who we want them to see, either good or bad. And we all do it.
So yes, to circle back around. Anyone who says that they don’t actively have any lies is lying.
I’m fine.
My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you’re watching this tape, I’m probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was… astounded. I… I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn’t want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn’t know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess… I guess you call it a “hit” – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated s-icide, but I’m a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. I can’t take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.
Nope. About eight years ago, I became convinced that lying is almost never justified - not even white lies. Since then, I can remember only one lie I’ve told: I reflexively told a beggar I didn’t have any cash, even though I did.
Other than that, I can’t think of a single lie. That doesn’t mean I’m brutally honest - I still might choose to not tell something - but I haven’t said anything untrue. What’s interesting is that once I committed to living by this principle, lying stopped even being an option in my mind. In everyday interactions, my default is simply to say what I actually think, not what I think people want to hear.
Another interesting thing is that once you stop lying yourself, you start noticing just how much everyone else does it. And people seem totally oblivious to it. They’ll lie to a third party right in front of you, apparently unaware they’re revealing their own character - not to the person they’re lying to, but to everyone else around them. If I see you lying to someone else, it’s safe to assume you’d lie to me too.
What baffles me is how many lies are completely unnecessary. Like when people start making excuses to a telemarketer instead of just saying they’re not interested. You’re not even sparing the other person’s feelings - you’re protecting your own.
lying is almost never justified - not even white lies
We could NOT be friends. “Absolute truth no matter what” people are freakin exhausting.
“Absolute truth no matter what” people are freakin exhausting.
They also don’t exist outside of their own inflated egos.
It’s almost comically easy to catch one of these “I always tell the truth” people in their hypocrisy.
A lot of assumptions you’re making there.
I’ve told countless people that I like IPAs when I’m actually impartial to them.
My relatives, parents and most of my friends still believe I’m straight…
Why do you keep the lie?
not everyone lives somewhere where it is socially acceptable to be LGBTQ.
“Why do you want your life unshattered”
I just can’t, not right now anyway
I get it, once they know they can’t not know. You know your family you know what they’ll think, you know best.
I hope you find a day to share yourself with your friends and family and that their response is better than you expect.
I work in IT. So the lie is I know what I am doing, when all I do is google the error code and hope for stack overflow has an answer.
In November I somehow convinced a company to hire me as director of IT. Now I have 7 IT techs and 3 software devs under me. I had never been in a management position before (not even fast food or something like that) but it was like a $30k/yr raise so i took it.
I started off wondering how they hadn’t figured out that I had literally 0 idea what I was doing. But I’ve started to realize that nobody in middle management has any idea what they are doing haha.
So, go and lie to interviewers. Worse case you get fired and you can lie to another set of them. Nobody cares and even fewer people actually understand what’s going on.
Knowing to Google the error code then making the error code stop is knowing how to do your job. That’s my job as well so I wish you all the luck in the world.
30 years ago you would have checked the manual or read the documentation, not much different just a little faster these days
I was doing IT 30 years ago.
Back then you’d post a question on USENET and get an answer back from the guy who wrote the program you were asking about.
30 years ago, manuals were worth the read.
As someone who did IT 30 years ago, this isn’t really true. Manuals weren’t very good for direct troubleshooting except that they provided insight into how the device or software works. In my experience problems were mostly solved by people who knew what they were doing, with occasional reference to the old guy who had seen all the weird obscure shit no one else even knew was possible.
There was no manual for the windows registry for example, so when I needed it to not shit the bed on a new motherboard I had to dig into it myself and figure out that if I blew out the PCI bus enumeration windows would realize that it’s gone and rebuild it with the new IDs and such for the new hardware on boot instead of looking for old IDs and eating itself when it couldn’t find them.
Oh, man, finding registry info was like the Search for the Holy Grail (Monty Python style).
At one time I worked for MS, and was fortunate to stumble on some good tools for it (like an OLE browser, which is originally what the registry was designed for-it was actually called the OLE Registration Database on Win 3.1), and I acquired every resource kit I could find, and pored over them.
Yup, that shit was an arcane art known only to a few, and dared by even fewer. It was like writing modem initialization strings for US Robotics 9600 baud modems when they came out. The 9600DS/HST required an init string that, printed out on a standard dot matrix printer, was literally as long as my arm. Crazy.
Also I veeeery dimly remember something about OLE registration database… but just that I’ve heard the name, I never messed with it.
That’s not a lie, that’s standard operating procedure.
It’s hilarious that people think I’m some kind of problem solver for all of their random issues they send over. I’ve even told them when they send me their errors - I literally copy and paste it into google (and now bing b/c google is becoming cluttered with garbage). Some of them just can’t wrap their head around just googling the error code or error string.
Maybe the one thing we can do is filter out the irrelevant answers, and choose the correct/closest solution, that way they don’t have to wade into the mess
Knowing how to sift through the results, and read the good answers for key elements, is a skill. One that you improve with experience.
Yeah, it isn’t like any one person can really understand everything about everything. There is just too much for anyone to know.
This is a good job
My programs think they are running on windows. They are running in proton.
Am I tripping
There’s this lie I keep telling myself that everything will be okay.
Oof
only the ones i tell myself every day!
“you can do it!” “you’re an important part of your job!” “people like you!”
😂
Owie
My family still thinks they’re calling me by my name. I changed the fuck out of that tragedeigh years ago.
Please don’t work yourself into living a lie, the longer it lasts the harder it is both to maintain and unravel. My drinking buddies still think I’m the Vice President of Northern Macedonia’s body double. I mean, they’ve had three elections since then.
I’m defintely not 3 ducks in a trench coat
Trump: Deport him to Canada!
Ducks are migratory birds…
Can they fly
I love my job.
Well actually I don’t. As soon as I get a better opportunity I am out of here.
No.
Hmmmmm.
Is this a lie?
No, it’s a question.
