15:08

Жизнь - это дорога
When the person lies to other people it's the theatre. When the person lies to himself/herself it's a desease. S.N.Lazarev

You know how it happens? You meet a person and communicate with someone. You begin to trust them. You open your heart to them. You are so naive and you believe you'll get the same response in return. You look at the world through pink-colored glasses. One wonderful (or not so wonderful) day the glasses dissolve and then your eyes see the world for what it is. You suddenly realize that person treated you in a way you don't even know how to describe. Not sincere? Уes, probably. Suddenly you realize that all that time you were decieved. It would be ok if there were some inaccuracies in some unimportant details. But it's not ok when you discover you were lied to, about everything. When your only concern was that everything falls in place; every phrase, intonation, facial expression and tension. Only one thing remained not understood. Why? What's the use? To look better than you really are? But it's just putting the air. And it's so fake and the time will come when the veil of deception disappears and a very ugly scene reappears, before your very eyes. Pitiful, I would even say. One lie follows the other. Then, like a snowball, it becomes bigger and bigger.
At the end, you feel so stupid, because you trusted someone. You had faith in them. In that stage, you start to pity that person. You understand how hard it was for them to live with their reality. They needed all those lies; every minute of every day and let's not to forget about the knowledge that they had deliberately lied to you and the fact that you know about it.

All these reminded me one phrase from "Lady Windermere's fan" :
- Besides, you have not told me the truth.
- I have not told HER the truth, you mean.
But here is instead of keeping the truth is one big fat lie.

I have always believed the pharse "A real friend is someone that remain your friend even when they he/she know all your secrets"

Комментарии
26.09.2009 в 15:22

I can look pretty outside and look ugly outside if I wanted to...But I can never change the beauty inside me...
Лазарев - это наше всё :)
а почему на английском?
26.09.2009 в 16:12

Жизнь - это дорога
Эсфирь there was a reason)))