De manera enfermiza en esta sociedad chilensis se legitiman las mentiras blancas. Esas que, supuestamente, no hacen tanto daño y que son mejores que contar la verdad. The logic behind this is that they say a white lie manages to escape from a potential cost should be expressed with truth. The white lie is a fairly safe passage for reprobation public, is an ace in the hole, a wild, theoretically an honorable exit to a complex situation. And almost everyone says an occasional white lie now and then. I say almost because the writer tries to avoid an exhaustive manner.
Obviously this does not cease to bring me problems, but for some reason associated with the cosmic complexities of education and personality, I always prefer to tell the truth to lie to save a disdain that has not even cashed.
All this tantrum is not only a cognitive delirium without baseless. On the contrary. Turns out I was invited to a birthday party. So far so good, but the problem is that the birthday girl (and by extension their close friends) is a person, so to say, "calm." With the result that their birthdays are also "quiet." Therefore, if you go I waited a full night of pure boredom. On the other hand, had another invitation the same day to the world opposed and parallel to this birthday. The solution then was to say that this was going to attend another event at the expense of the birthday because, from my point of view, it would be better and more entertaining. The result: an apparent anger toward me for telling the truth.
I know. I know. It is perhaps a bit cruel to express that ... but after all I have from my consideration of being an honest person. Even when the truth, occasionally, a little sore.
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