I have something I need to say: I am not a sincere person. No, I’m someone who lies. I’ve been lying for as long as I can remember. All the time, every day, and almost without thinking—it’s practically second nature to me. I lie so often I sometimes suspect I’m pathological. The truth is it has such a small effect on my day-to-day that I don’t see why I should do anything about it. On that point, I’ve just arrived at the conclusion that I lie to make life easier for myself.
