So, what do you guys think of it?
Cause it can be one of the most evil activities humans have ever conspired to commit.
But it could also help people, right?
I mention this because I've told several lies, and one of those was today.
I feel fucking great today, by the way, I bullshitted my way through 2 tests and got out of being yelled at, which I'll talk about, and I thought my parents knew something bad about me, but it turns out they didn't, and all that on very little sleep and a slight hangover this morning to boot :P
I feel like I've accomplished more in the past 24 hours than I have in the past week.
Mostly cause I basically sleep through every class and then figure all my shit out the night before the test and assignment turn in days, and I had 2 tests, and 2 assignment turn in days...
Anyway, I got out of being yelled at.
I want to see if you guys thought it was ethical.
So, I got home, and I found lying on the kitchen table an empty dust jacket for a book.
Now, this is a book I'm very familiar with, it's a Michael Crichton thing with 3 of his books, Congo, Sphere, and Eaters of the Dead.
I also lost that book in 7th or 8th grade, I disremember now, but I know that I lost several fucking books that year, several got fucking stolen in both the orchestra room and the locker room, probably by fuckwads who'll never read them. Among the other losses in those years were Timeline, another fine Michael Crichton thing, and a fucking awesome book of Optical Illusions.
But my mom knows I lost Timeline, I got yelled at for that, and the Optical Illusions book was something she never really knew about.
But this book that I lost, it was a big, massive hardcover, very nice, very expensive.
And the dust jacket is still here, I always take those things off, fucking annoying they are.
So she doesn't know I lost that. Whenever I lost it, she discovered the empty dust jacket last year in 9th grade, and asked me where it was. I said in my locker.
I said that several times that year.
And then, she rediscovered it again today, and this time I knew I couldn't say it was in my locker unless I could actually produce it, because I would've taken it out of my locker last year.
So I debated what to do, take the yelling, hide the dust jacket and hope she forgot about it before talking to me again, or something else.
I opted with something else, filling the empty dust jacket with the 7th Harry Potter book, putting the dust jacket for that book back in it's place making it look good unless under close observation, and said the book had been in my backpack.
And that's where we are now.
So, was that ethical? I've lied to her face several times now.
It's about something that doesn't really matter, a book that she'd never read, and my dad never has time for reading anything not related to work. I'm the only one getting the pain of that missing book, especially fucking Sphere, I miss that thing...
So no harm is really done by my cock up except to me.
However I'd undoubtedly get yelled at for losing it, and probably pretty bad cause I've already lied about it.
But, also, lying to someone is bad, cause then they have less reason to trust you, you lose your trustworthiness, something valuable.
So, does it really matter?
When should someone lie? Lying is one of the most inconvenient things ever.
If people were literally forced to tell the truth all the time, we wouldn't need to spend all this fucking time in courtrooms, and assholes would never prevail, and religion likely wouldn't exist.
But there are sometimes that are good to lie.
Like if some fat chick is like "I'm so fat! My ass looks like a beach ball!" What would you say? "That is quite the astute observation you've done there. Also, you have massive Thunder Thighs, just saying"
No, you'd lie, say no, she looks great.
Cause no one really loses out there.
So is there some rule for when it's okay to lie?
We looked at this in 8th grade, some guy said that it's never okay to lie, and the other said you should say whatever would produce maximum happiness.
Now, I'm a practical guy, I like the 2nd one, I like things that are productive.
That would mean I was perfectly fine lying about the book, no one's getting hurt.
But would that also mean that you wouldn't tell someone they have cancer and 6 months to live because that would make them in agony?
This is one case where I'm not sure practicality totally works...
What do you guys think?
Never lie, lie to produce maximum happiness, or something else?
Well, no school tomorrow, probably watching some cheap horror movie by myself in the dark tonight, then sleeping in. Fucking awesome.