I want the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. And I can handle the truth. If you can't tell me the truth, keep your mouth shut. If I ask whether my butt looks big in this dress, I actually want to know. For godsakes, don't let me go out in public looking like I have a big ass.
The little lies we tell each other.... Sometimes they're okay. "How are you?" "Fine" when you're anything but fine is okay because not everyone needs to know all of your woes.
Sometimes the really big lies are okay. When a Nazi asks if you're hiding Jews in your basement, the answer is always NO whether you have none, one, or a dozen. If the government shows up to take your guns away, guns you legally possessed until some shithead changed the rules, you have no guns. Someone points a gun at your head and asks your feelings on a particular subject, you lie your ass off so they don't blow you away.
But as a general rule, lying is bad. I shouldn't need to say that. I think most people would agree with me and mean it. I think even our government would agree, but they'd be lying. To some people lies are only bad if you get caught. And even then there are certain members of our populace who can lie their asses off and get caught at it and still go on about their merry way. :shrug:
Now, I'm not saying you need to speak the truth all the time. Sometimes keeping your thoughts and opinions to yourself is the better part of valor. But if you can't speak the truth, stay silent or change the subject. Until it's time to speak the truth.
The other day as we were sorting through my friend's clothes, she held up a blouse and asked me what I thought about it. I asked her if she wanted me to be honest. She said yes. And I told her that I'd seen it on her once before at work and it looked horrible on her. Seriously bad. She's an attractive lady and that thing not only didn't do anything for her, but it looked awful on her. I kept my mouth shut then because she didn't need to know what I thought of her clothing. It would've served no purpose. I reserved my opinion. Until she asked. And she didn't get pissed. She simply chucked the blouse into the pile to go to the thrift store. Life's too short for ugly clothes.
Sure, sometimes the truth hurts. Lies hurt worse in the long run.