Should we tell the truth ? One of the most common ethical delimmas we face . Most of us don't enjoy misleading people ,but the gears of society mash more smoothly if we grease them with white lies . It only seems easier and maybe even more polite to tell someone "I have to look after my sick lizard " rather than saying "I don't want to go to your kids concert ,cause it will probably suck " or worse actually going to the concert . However , we also sense there must be some ethical cost when we lie . We know we are not supposed to do it and everytime we do it , we feel the "wrongness" . But that feeling goes away quickly . We go back to our lives and nobody at the end seems to really care . So ,is it actually bad ? 

Here is a list of the things (mostly these 3) I lie about in my life : 

 

• I lied a lot about having somebody ,when I was completely alone .( See , I like to choose for myself even if that means to wait for eternity . I got the sense that the "right one " will get my white lie and why I'm protecting myself from strangers energy . I stopped doing it when I realised I have bigger feelings for somebody and needed to show him clearer and even realise for my self that I'm liking somebody again ) . 

•I lie about having one job ,somedays . I work a lot ,indeed ,but I give off a "persona" who romanticises her life ,due to societal demand of romantising a woman's life . The truth is , women have been contributing financially at home since very ancient times and are capable as leading figures,as well . Now ,the intention here lies in pride . I don't care about anyone wanting to feel sorry about me for tiredness or anything. I still do things whenever I feel it ,but I'm always working . 

• I lie to myself about ironing . I pretend to myself a lot ,i like to iron . As a victim of capitalism I buy a lot ,but not in a want to "show off money way " rather than "I got burst of creativity and I should know how to decorate the extension of my soul for every occasion " . And as I consume these "outfit tools " ,I happen to have even more to iron on the next time . And I've been ironing since I was 8 ,since no one was at home and I was finding peace in organising wardrobes and outfits . See ,after all those years ,I got tired . I still wonder if there is anyone outside who wants to just keep me company while I have to do this silly little horrible chore with me . 

 

Taking  the last one,  if capitalism didn't exist ,then I wouldn't have had to lie about ironing ,because I would have had less to iron .  Marxist theory claims  that "capitalism " started maybe at the late 18th century ,500 years ago with the Industrial Revolution and as victims of it ,we can suggest no one since the beginning of "capitalism "entered the "good place " 

 

and on the two previous ones I suggest Kant ,to whom all that matters are the intentions  and with him debating the ethical delimma of lying or not lying ,with him you would have actually ended up in the "good place " with your white lie (if the intention was right )  . 

As if my own personal philosopher on whether to lie or not ,I will take an example out of my experience that I've been lied to(even from a very close family member with "good intentions " )  many times that my asthma got worse as I realised it every time(the tragic news of facing a loved one lying to you is devastating ) .So ,even if I lie a "white lie " , or I lie to myself in regards to what it did to my well being ,it's a "deadly sin ", personally and I frankly think that even those good intentional three lies I had in my life are saving a spot for me on" the bad place " Since we are unaware of how a "white lie " is being perceived by the victim and it's consequences ,it is therefore not accepted . There is always a better way or another way ,but there is always a chance to tell the truth . 

So,I'm always standing in front of somebody with my truth and obsessing over the best way to tell it as I think this is  what we really owe to each other . 

Munich ,23.08.25

 

Emergency call 

The ambulance arrived  and they asked me again: 

"-What's your emergency call ? "
This is hurting me the most .
No number ,no phone . 

 I have nothing and nobody . 
"-What does it take to be creative ? "
"-Nothing ,nothing ,nothingsness and all. "

I have it all in me . 

"-Where is this "all" you have? "they follow to ask 

"-Nowhere . "
My father used to say this where i how far I will go ,"nowhere".  
So ,i travelled  there ,alone  . 

They all just know ,now  too much about me 

and I don't know if they still like me . 

But they must like me ,

they gave me infusions and brought me to bed 

Relying on the kindness of strangers . 
This is my Tenesse Williams play . 

Im calling off vacation and having a bath 

im counting time by my white hair .

When I leave ,

you will find my one true self

in those sparks I saw and wrote about,

just right there    . 

Munich ,23.08.25