Truth is often modest and slightly awkward, while lies are well-groomed, confident, and very convincing. Truth speaks plainly, lies speak beautifully; truth can ruin a mood, while lies can save the evening. For example, the truth says I was late because I miscalculated the time, while a lie says there were traffic jams, phone calls, and generally a difficult day. There's also a special kind of truth—deferred truth—when you'll definitely tell someone later, and for now, you just smile. The most interesting things happen when we lie to ourselves: "I'll start on Monday," "This is my last bite," "I don't care"—that's where the real fantasy comes in. The truth always surfaces eventually, sometimes gently, sometimes with a bang, but almost always with the phrase, "Well, I knew it." So there's a difference between truth and lies: truth liberates, lies make you feel better, and each is chosen based on the situation. Do you often choose honesty or the version that makes life more fun? 😄