bullshit

As a principle, I hate bullshit.

I hate it to the point I can't be diplomatic, even at the slightest hint of a lie. Even if it would be better for everyone if I was gracious, this feeling of injustice and disgust washes over me and my inner being can't help but become incredibly agitated.

Yet once I've calmed, and in my quieter moments, I know I would rather show compassion. I would rather extend kindness, for humans are flawed and feeble creatures, myself included.

We stumble through life with our fears, insecurities, and limitations that sometimes compel us toward deception. Not out of malice, but out of our own very human fragility.

I know hidden behind the lie is a poor little creature trying to protect themselves and avoid pain.

If I could remember this in those heated moments, if I could see past my own righteousness, maybe I could offer mercy.

You can't guide people towards honesty if you come down on them with righteous fury. People who seek comfort in deceit are likely already drowning in shame and fear. It would be better to throw them a lifeline, not push them further underwater.

When you catch someone in a lie, rather than rain hellfire, address the lie without attacking the person. You can create a safe space for truth by showing honesty won't destroy them, but set them free.

You should never punish or humiliate, no matter how vindicated you feel. "An eye for an eye will make the world blind", as they say.

Remember: your goal is always to restore trust and understanding. You will never achieve this with beration.