Not a Lie

Ginny Penn


 Lies can hurt, and in CJHS, it’s just as true as it is anywhere else. We see lying everyday. “I like your haircut,” “I’m busy, sorry!” and “I lost all my contacts,” are little white lies we all tell. We use these lies to spare people’s feelings. Sometimes, people tell a lie because it seems like hearing that would be better than hearing the truth. “Your hair makes you look like a boy,” “I don’t want to hang out with you,” and “I deleted your number because you annoy me,” sound a lot worse than the alternative. They make us sound mean. But we aren’t mean; are we?

 But how far is too far? “I went to Cuba over the summer,” “I didn’t hang out with her last night,” “I didn’t give him the answer to the homework,” these are the lies we tell for selfish reasons. We tell these lies to cover up our own tracks, to make someone else look bad, or to make ourselves look cooler. Telling the lie didn’t put anyone at risk, it was just a little lie we had to tell because we helped someone else out. The lies we tell to make a joke that only our friends will hear. Nobody cares if we didn’t really love her hair cut; so why does it matter if we say we do? Does it really matter if nobody knows what really happened? Do the lies we tell matter?

  When we look at the little lies in comparison to the big ones, they don’t seem to matter. However, we are taught not to lie as children. We at the Carl Junction Chronicle believe the little lies to spare someone’s feeling are not going to cause harm. Those are not the lies we are concerned with.  The lies that can harm, the lies that can make someone the butt of a joke, the lies that are plain mean; those are the lines we are concerned about. We see lies everyday but that doesn’t make them okay. Don’t lie to cause someone pain or because you think it will be funny. Plain and simple.