A lot of people lie to me. It’s a lot of little lies.

I’ll be here at this time – they’re hours late.

Yes I did that put it away – it’s still on the table.

I left it somewhere- it’s somewhere else.

I hope you get what I’m talking about. All these little questions that I have to ask people because I cannot check for myself, or because I’m waiting on them to help me. And yet I’m often lied to. Sustain

I don’t think they lie to me on purpose, I think they think it won’t matter or it won’t bother me. Neither of those things are true it does matter, and it will bother me. It will only bother me because they lie. Even if the truth is worse, at least it’s still the truth.

I have relied on people for many years, for all my years. And I will rely on people for the rest of my years. I don’t think it’s to much to ask that they don’t lie to me, but they tell me the truth.

I know, it might seem silly to get so caught up on such small lies. It makes sense to be bothered by the big things. The small things seem so unimportant. But I think it works the other way around, at least for me. The big ones seem like lies everybody gets, the one day I win the lottery lies. The little bits of hope in the darkness. The little lies seem made just for me. Like someone else is trying to decide what truth I have access to, what life I get to live, and that I do not like.

I just want to be treated the same way as everybody else, with the same respect, the same honesty. Is that really too much to ask? Or am I actually being treated that way? Is everyone being lied too like this? I just don’t know? If that is the case, do I really have a right to be upset? Or does my right to be upset by this come from the fact that I do not know? I’m honestly not sure.

I don’t think it makes it right, even if others are being lied to. I believe they deserve the truth as well. We all deserve the truth. That no one else should get to decide what we get access to.

Why is the truth that hard for people.