I don’t blatantly lie very often. In fact, there are only a very few instances in which I went out of my way to lie. One involved making up an entire Buddhist worship complex. That’s another story.
Though I don’t “lie” per se, I have a habit of telling half-truths. I’ll reveal just enough information to keep it the truth but keep the details hidden for the reasons all of us do – self-preservation, protection and just plain selfishness.
All deception is deliberate, so it takes some planning. Before the implantation of edited information, I wonder how much I can spill without consequences. Does he need to know exactly who is going to the party or is “just some friends” sufficient? If the original plan was to meet at Erin’s house and changed to meeting at Erin’s hotel room in Las Vegas, who does that really affect besides me? What is the big difference between coming home at 11pm and 5am? Late works just fine…
Now I’m going to give you some spectacularly bad advice. If you tell half-truths you can NOT think about how you would react if you were the one being duped. It absolutely will make you feel guilty and prevent you from participating in this highly manipulative form of dishonesty.
I’ve become so accomplished at telling half-truths that I give them almost instantly. Does that make me a sociopath? Maybe. Does it make me smarter than you? Probably.
And, if you’re ever caught in a lie, remember to find out how much the accuser knows before you confess everything. Then, admit that part and continue fabricating the rest of the event.