Extinguish your pants.
Lying is bad, I’ll give ya that. But little lies are pointless and can create a huge hassle. Say someone asks you, “have you seen Harold and Maude,” and you lie and say yeah, then they follow up with, “what was the uncle missing?” then you’re fucking trapped. Why are we liars? To avoid imagined judgment? Nobody who counts is going to give a shit if you’ve seen this show or heard that band. If we thought about the impetus for lying, we’d seldom go there.
Today remind yourself: Extinguish my pants.
