The other day, my friend and I were traveling back to Utah from a week long adventure coming to theaters near you. During our thrilling journey I took a certain fancy to a cousin of his and we started texting. Now, in any other context this wouldn’t even be a problem but the thing is, his family is crazy and by proxy so is he…..a little I mean. So the whole drive I’ve been texting, for the sake of privacy lets call her Sophie, and whenever asked by my friend who I was texting, I would lie and say it was a friend back home. Now throughout our trip, whenever I asked him a question he would answer honestly to my knowledge and when he finally asked if I was texting his cousin I said no then had a huge surge of guilt, for no reason really, and I said yes. He did not like this. Not because I was talking texting his cousin but that I lied to him about it. But here’s the thing. He bloody lies all the time and has on at least thirty different times lied to his family because “the truth would be a lot worse, better keep them in a lie so as to keep them from the hurtful truth”. Which is exactly what I did you hypocrite. Least to say it was six hours into our fourteen hour drive so I can “truthfully” say it was a little awkward.