I do not have the ability to lie to my parents right to their face, they know me too well. I start to smile or laugh or I have to walk away before I lose my "serious face." I know that I cannot lie and I'm okay with that because I feel as though it would be worse if I were an excellent liar. Who wants to be around one of those. I love that I can tell if my close friends are lying because of the way that their body language and facial expressions change. Sometimes I won't even say that I know that they are lying, it's too interesting to watch their body's reaction to the lie.
Are we piloted by fate, free will, a greater power, or do we fall somewhere on the spectrum between?
Friday, January 21, 2011
Wait, What Was the Punishment?
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