The prince

I proudly admit that I am a very good liar. I could be crowned as a prince in this profession, but sadly I will abdicate my right to the throne and my prince-hood. I’ve had enough of my crap. I was so crappy that it would look like I have the case of craps and herpes along with it.

We often ask this question to ourselves, “Why do I need to lie?”

For me, the answer would be protection. Concealment.

I lie because I want to hide something. I lie because I am afraid that people might know I conceal things. I lie because I am ashamed. I lie because I want to protect my identity that I ‘established’ for the past sixteen years of my life. I lie because this is a habit. I lie because this is me.

And I want to end this right now. I don’t want that one day that my identity will only be one big lie. Today, it’s just less than a twenty fourth of who I am, but I want it to stop growing. I want it to end.

But you say you can’t. Yes, it is really hard not to stop lying. But I need to. We need to.

Yes it involves you, dear reader and I know you lie. Much less than me, but I know once in your life you did so. If not, then you shouldn’t be reading this, you should be in heaven with Simon and his chicken.

Setting the old man and the poor chicken aside, I say that reformation is the hardest when it involves public humiliation. Yes I had long known that lying is bad a stupid thing (very stupid) to do, yet, as what all humanists say we are all human and we make mistakes. But lying involves people, and going back to your lies and admitting that you reformatted some data on your life story is such a humiliating tale to tell.

Yet, as liars, we need to. We will do it.

Call me a reformist but I want to change the world ladies and gentlemen.