Chicanery: (n) the use of trickery
I keep finding closets.
Little tiny storage places inside my soul where I’ve tucked away mistakes, vices and little lies–so therefore I don’t feel the need to confess
them.
I was struck recently by the fact that a lie is the absence of the truth, or an evasion. That’s tricky business.
As I’ve traveled across the country putting together press releases, I have adopted some “promo talk.”
What is promo talk?
It is the truth being adorned by a very attractive, but sometimes flamboyant hat.
It is a face which is beginning to wrinkle, disguised by heavy makeup.
It is that little piece of elaboration that makes a story seem more powerful, but may not exactly be the completely factual.
Even though this kind of promo talk is considered normal human banter, it has begun to bother me.
Because once you join into the practice of chicanery–the pursuit of deception–it is very difficult to insist that your chicanery is better than other chicanery.
It’s not so much that the truth is hard to tell; it’s just that the truth just never makes us look as good as we want to look.
If we will cure ourselves of the ridiculous notion that status can be acquired through lies, and we cease to be ashamed of our own journey, we can become liberated from the need to expand our story, in order to impress.
