We all do. I shouldn’t, because I’m terrible at it. The dishonesty that happens with me is over small things, omission of details like how I really feel or why, avoidance of confrontation and unpleasantness with slithery little untruths.

Deception is by nature a tricky business. But as forthcoming as I try to be, there are times when essential information gets left out. Misunderstandings ensue. Explanations prove agonizingly insufficient.

Mostly I am relieved that I haven’t gotten any better at lying over time – if anything, subterfuge has become even less possible.