The ease with which people lie to each other is only matched by the frequency with which they lie to themselves. The truth is tricky and often quite depressing, while lies feed the soul like fast food and have a fattening effect as well. Even a false sense of security is better than none, I suppose.
This probably sounds melodramatic and silly but ask yourself this: given an option between a harsh truth and a gentle lie, do you really even think about it? Between hearing ‘you’re under-qualified for this job’ or ‘we’ve decided to go in a different direction with the position’ which do you prefer? And be honest.
Subterfuge is the true skill that separates us from the animals, thumbs be damned. Some animals can learn to open doors but can they convince themselves of their superiority over every other thing on the planet? No. But I can.
Superiority is a mind fuck that requires a solid dose of lies to back it up, just ask the Third Reich (or the Republicans). There is safety in lies and disenchantment, just as there is security in paranoia and egomania. People cling to whatever mechanism makes the world a slightly less traumatic environment for them. Survival of the fittest in today’s world means the ability to rapidly delude oneself without having to muck about with a conscience or ideals. Screw or be screwed, so to speak.
The meek may inherit the earth but the strong will make sure it’s a pretty shitty place by the time they’re done with it.
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