|chair, brown bread bakery, varanasi, 28th march 2012|
Lying is a question of definition, cultural context.
Here so often people are telling me half truth or lies, excuses which do not makes sense, over exaggerations. ‘My bike broke down’; ‘I just fell asleep’. ‘It is the only place in unique examples or stereotypes I am not sure. But they do. I am not angree. Not at all. Just makes me think.
i am very bad in lying. I flush, get brightly pink. One time I used the pass of a friend to get for free into the swimming pool. Just pas normally my friend said. I passed the guard, over suspicious quick. He stopped me, saw the pass, asked. I hesitated. I di not know what to say, so close to tell the truth.
All was fine at the end, friend jumped in, said something about a mix up of passes, the guard did not say anything. I am ashamed.
|plant, brown bread bakery, varanasi, 28th march 2012|
even in the same cultural context their is personal context, character and talent. talent for lying, laughing, swearing.
what is the truth then? a question of standart rules, regulations, reglements.
the church has, definitely. the government, even the family. in theory. in practice practicality, pragmatically and aim are sometimes overshadowing the standart rules.
|picture, brown bread bakery, varanasi, 28th march 2012|
i love talking loud, scream and be far too direct. during my life in england i am sure i offended probably far too many people within a short amount of time, because i said everything i thought.
is it the same like lying?
|classroom, brown bread bakery, varanasi, 28th march 2012|