Don't you just hate it when you realize that you are being lied to?
Especially when the person lying to you is a friend that you have extended the sacred bond of trust and the treasured attribute of respect that inherently accompanies such trust. This trust is as most assuredly melded into and cannot be separated from any friendship any more than one can separate an egg from a cake that has already been baked, remove a spice from a sauce once it has been mixed, or unsay a word once it has been uttered.
I am not referring to the parts of the friendship that sometimes requires forgiveness for slights felt due to human error, forgetfulness, even selfishness. I am not referring to thoughtless acts of well intended comments that are obviously products of poor listening or understanding. I am not even referring to habitual tardiness or tenuous appointment keeping.
What I am talking about is an easily found out lie that sometimes is placed at my feet by friends as a meager offering designed to imitate a real and legitimate truth.
This type of lie from one who has been deemed to be a friend is about as welcome as when our cat decides to bring a dead mouse into the house and leaves it at my feet. They both somehow think that they can drag anything into the relationship, plunk it down in front of me and walk away and all will be well. Little do either of them know that the next time something is laid down in my path of life in such a manner, the door of trust will be shut just a little sooner and the flow of friendship will be affected forever.
Especially when the person lying to you is a friend that you have extended the sacred bond of trust and the treasured attribute of respect that inherently accompanies such trust. This trust is as most assuredly melded into and cannot be separated from any friendship any more than one can separate an egg from a cake that has already been baked, remove a spice from a sauce once it has been mixed, or unsay a word once it has been uttered.
I am not referring to the parts of the friendship that sometimes requires forgiveness for slights felt due to human error, forgetfulness, even selfishness. I am not referring to thoughtless acts of well intended comments that are obviously products of poor listening or understanding. I am not even referring to habitual tardiness or tenuous appointment keeping.
What I am talking about is an easily found out lie that sometimes is placed at my feet by friends as a meager offering designed to imitate a real and legitimate truth.
This type of lie from one who has been deemed to be a friend is about as welcome as when our cat decides to bring a dead mouse into the house and leaves it at my feet. They both somehow think that they can drag anything into the relationship, plunk it down in front of me and walk away and all will be well. Little do either of them know that the next time something is laid down in my path of life in such a manner, the door of trust will be shut just a little sooner and the flow of friendship will be affected forever.
One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie is that a cat has only nine lives.
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