My roommate has been gone for three weeks, and he wanted to play a practical joke on another roommate, to tell him that he had lost his script (which he had agreed to type). I informed Brian of the intended prank, not to tattle on anyone, but to let him know that apparently, Jeff took great delight in this prank, and I was, sadly, unable to manage the lie, even with mental rehearsal. Brian had his own convoluted take on the situation ("tell him you said nothing, and see what he says") and I just shrugged. I gave up.
I'm a terrible liar.
Brian then said, "You're like HAL from 2001. You were asked to lie and it totally f*cked you up."
Sure, true, it always does. I have a job that requires some customer service, and if a lie is required, it seems the best I can do is to evade and push the issue to bosses higher than me.
For those familiar with the Wheel of Time, I feel like Aes Sedai with the oath. Even when I struggle, evasive action or alternate phrasing is all that I can perform. But I really cannot lie, even with determination.
The exception is the well-rehearsed lies. For example, as someone who is transgendered who wishes to keep their birth gender private, I must occasionally use my "stock" story, and it has, at the same time, become a part of my stock identity. It does hold its own truth.
Even my learned politeness in the form of white lies is evasive, or distracting.
I know we are not liars . . . but does anyone else suffer this difficulty with uttering a lie, even one created for them to speak? I have no moral or ethical absolute about this, although I believe truth is good, I cannot say that lies are wrong, although I find them hurtful and confusing every time. I'm an Aspie, but NTs seem to like lies . . . so whatever makes them happy shouldn't be wrong. I just can't do it.