Lying is a double edged sword. Sometimes it can help us get away with problems. Other instances, however, it could break up even the most perfect relationship. Since it is a delicate matter, I often play cautious in terms of when to tell a lie and tell the truth.
On my mind are several preconditions upon which I base my decisions on lying. In a family relationship, I often discipline myself on telling the truth as much as possible. I do not like to face the dire consequences of having my parents find out my lying as I had once experienced during my high school days. I still remember playing basketball against my parents will and having covered up such illegal pursuits by making up lots of excuses. My mother eventually found out through my playmates’ mother. A series of rage and infuriation followed. My parents whipped me hard and grounded me for at least a week. I was denied from attending parties because my parents suspected that it might be another excuse to cover up a far more extreme activity. I took around a year before receiving forgiveness, so the whole experience often reminded me to keep my integrity high at all times, especially on matters concerning the family.
On the other hand, I play by a different set of rules in short term relationships, especially with someone I am not very familiar with. I don’t trust people easily. When they ask me a personal question, or anything I regard as a personal secret, I would lie to them. Unless I respect that person a lot, I believe that things like income level, weaknesses, past wrong deeds should not be carelessly divulged since it can be used against you in the future.
In conclusion, I believe that the reason people never put the word always in the phrase “honesty is the best policy”, is because it can vary from one condition to another. As for me, honesty is a golden rule in my family, but not necessarily applied in short term relationships.