Lies, and the lying liars who tell them (part 2)

Yesterday's blog spawned an email or two from worried relatives worried about whether or not it was about them.

It's not. Nothing happened over Thanksgiving, no one person caused it.

I wore out before I could get to the point so I'm going to start with the point and then explain it from there.

I was watching the television show Psych the other day, and Sean's father taught him how to beat a lie detector test. Basically if you want to lie convincingly, you need to come at it from a place where you believe the lie.

I looked around the room in a panic to make sure Christian hadn't seen it. He hadn't. I was safe.

It's not that I don't want him being able to beat a lie detector test, I just don't want him to develop a lying habit. I've seen from experience what it does to a person's mental state. They believe one lie after another until they break with reality. They lose their grasp on what's real and what isn't.

As far as I know, my mother only told one lie ever, and it was a big enough lie to mess her up.

Lying is bad.

My son thinks it's as bad as swearing and I'd like to keep it that way.