Everyone lies

But disguise of every sort is my abhorrence - Jane Austen

I have learnt of several hypocrisies of late. To know that some of them are my friends only reaffirms my belief:

everyone lies.

Why do they masquerade?

There is no privacy that cannot be penetrated,
No secret can be kept in the civilised world.
Society is a masked ball where everyone hides his real character,
then reveals it by hiding. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

The charade is over. I understand now.

I may be too honest, even harsh. But I can relish in the fact that I did not lie. Nor evade nor embellish. Nor colour. Nor hide.

Keep it real. Tell it like it is.

I apologise for the lack of dirty details. For even now, I am nice enough to play along with your masquerades.