Friday, August 30, 2013

Lies of Protection

As I type this title, I can't help but wonder if lies to protect someone actually exist. I've spent the past 36 hours pondering whether someone can actually lie to spare your feelings or whether lying is a purely selfish move that only protects those who serve to deliver them. 

"I didn't tell you because I knew that it would hurt you" is an overused lying crutch.  Um, have you taken the time to think about the facts that A) you're doing something that you need to cover up and B) lying to someone may actually hurt them more than simply being honest?  The Oxford dictionary (who, mind you, just added YOLO and twerking so keep your credibility at arm’s length...) defines "white lie" as 'a harmless or trivial lie, especially one told to avoid hurting someone’s feelings'.  Society has accepted the white lie as normal, and it seems as though people turn a blind eye to these actions.  The "little white lie" is often coupled with "what he/she don't know won't hurt him/her".  But who are you really protecting with your white lies and your lack of communication?  In my opinion, only you.  You are protecting your own ass, your own ego, your own arrogance and your need for secrecy.  Please, spare me the "protection" while you're scheming to keep yourself safe.  

Lies are insanely painful regardless of whether they seem inconsequential or are elaborate and intentional.  In the moment in which you stop to decide that you are going to tell a lie, you can also decide that you're going to tell the truth.  And when you're rationalizing with yourself that this is the best thing for the affected party, please take a moment to remind yourself that this is really the best thing for yourself, and not anyone else.  Lies never stay hidden.  In fact, hiding a lie is harder than finishing the toughest race or the most difficult assignment at work.  One lie becomes two lies and two lies becomes a story that you  may need to remember for the next 70 years of your life.  Eventually the memories of your lie will wear thin and you will be exposed for the distrustful fool that you are.  Once trust is gone in any relationship, it may never return.  Even when both parties work to repair a relationship fractured by lies, it may take years before the injured party finds a way to trust again.  Is that really worth the lie, or the duration of time that may be spent in the doghouse (most likely a lot shorter than had you decided to lie)?  My guess is no.  

In a very serendipitous fashion, I came across a blog this week written by a man who had recently divorced after 16 years of marriage.  Whatever the man had done had caused his wife to pack up and present the dreaded paperwork that signals the end of an era.   He wrote a list of twenty tips that will keep your marriage going.  Advice, as he stated, that he wish that he would have received.  Now, I'm clearly not a man and I've never been married, but the list is rather relevant in any relationship.  When I reached number 16 I wanted to scream, "YES! THANK YOU!!  IS IT REALLY THAT DIFFICULT?!!".  Had I not been sitting at my computer in the office, I may have actually reacted this way.  Instead, I retweeted the article to remind myself any time that I deserve honesty and transparency from those that love me.  As he states, "If you want to have trust you must be willing to share EVERYTHING… Especially those things you don’t want to share. It takes courage to fully love, to fully open your heart and let her in when you don’t know i she will like what she finds…"

I  know that love and relationships don't come easy.  They take work, sacrifice and dedication.  However, they also require courage, trust and openness - three things that are ruined by a lie.  Lies don't protect the one that you are lying to, regardless of what you have convinced yourself.  They may protect the liar for a while, but even he/she will be exposed eventually.  They don't serve a bigger purpose and don't build us into stronger, more selfless people. If we spent more time putting someone else's feelings above our own, I would have to imagine that the temptation to lie would decrease knowing that the someone else's feelings do not benefit.  

It's posts like this that remind me as to why I write this blog.  It's not for other people to read and follow, despite that being an added perk.  It's really to get my thoughts out and visible for me to evaluate.  The 36 hours prior to this post and the 500 words of thinking that accompanied have made it much easier for me to process a lot of my thoughts.  Life comes with a good number of ups, downs and days that feel like your roller coaster has multiple upside down loops.   The best we can do is try to maneuver through them with whatever help comes our way.  Thankfully sometimes the best help comes in the form of an updated diary - the blog.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Seeing White

Wow, it's been a month since I've posted a blog. I've thought about it a lot but can't seem to pull together multiple lines of coherent thought process in order to post something. Life is crazy. We're moving out of the Hamptons as the summer wraps up. The packing has commenced. Work doesn't seem to slow down ever. My training plan continues whether I'm thrilled about it or not. Does anyone actually LOVE to run in August?? However through it all, we were able to take a break last Thursday for a night that easily makes it feel as though the real world has stopped around you: Diner en Blanc. 

Diner en Blanc started in Paris. It's a surprise location pop up picnic at an unlikely urban setting. Attendees bring one guest, wear all white, bring a white table and white chairs and their own dinner. Last year was its first year in Philadelphia, and the bestie and I lucky to score a spot. We made the walk to our meeting location and were led to Logan Square for an amazing dinner location. The fountain on as the sun set made the first year in Philly an instant success. Last year's registration got me on the A-list for this year. Whether he liked it or not (read: not), Joe was on the hook for 2013 as Heather was to be Chicago for work. 

Unfortunately the date came faster than my planning. White table?  Nope. Chairs?  Definitely not. And men's white pants?  Um, hell no. Hello Amazon Prime. It's a beautiful offering. Free two day shipping on two perfect white folding chairs and the only men's pants available. Eek, dare I reveal a men's 30x34 white slim fit taper. They should have simply written "snug. really snug" in the description online. Whew. Safe to say that they will magically get 'lost' in our move this weekend, I'd say. Anyway, they solved the problem of Joe's attire and our seating. A quick mouse click later and I'd rented yet another stunning dress from Rent the Runway. (Don't know of it? Definitely Google it. Best decision ever.) White dress. Check. A bonus buy: the tan rolling picnic basket from Amazon. Best $40 ever spent. Ever. The table didn't come so easy. White, square, no more than 32" square. Walmart, Target, Ikea, Kohls, Kmart, Home Depot and Staples. No, no, no, no, no, no and no. Oh boy. Lowes to the rescue. We'll order it online and quickly pick it up at the store after work on Wednesday. Despite some questionable customer service and 90 minutes in Lowes, the table did come home that night. Whew. Okay. A quick Whole Foods stop on Thursday at lunch and we'll be all set.  ...and this is just the planning phase. 

By 6:00PM on Thursday, Joe and I were making our way to our group leader's meeting location:  Market East Regional Rail entrance. It was pretty clear that this year would require a train. I didn't spend a lot time speculating on the location because its always impossible to figure it out. After a short wait we were instructed to take a train to 30th Street Station and wait for instruction. Hundreds of people in white attire piling onto the train with tables chairs and various forms of picnic baskets. My apologies again to the poor folks who were simply trying to get home from work. Talk about a [confusing] nuisance for them!!  Before we even pulled into 30th Street it was clear that the location was setting up on the JFK bridge between 30th Street Station and 21st Street. Traffic was diverted, almost 3000 people were piling in and the city was continuing to muscle through their nightly routine around us. Beautiful. 

Dinner was tasty and our table-mates to the left and right were lovely.  But it was the conscious thought to stop and look around that was truly fascinating.  Looking down over the bridge, people are running on the River path; looking to the right to see people making their way home on 676.  These people are still caught up in the monotony of the ritual on a Thursday evening.  Luckily, for just a few hours, I was able to put a pause on that life and enjoy the moment.