Who Wants to Be Me?

I often get told I'm a lot like Superman.

(OK, not often but... well OK then, not ever. Just planting a seed. Don't make a meal of it! Jese...)

The common feature I would concede that we share, is not only an ability to carry off a high profile underpant. But also in telling the truth. More specifically ....the inability to tell a lie.

You'll note I don't label that an ability, or even a quality. I genuinely do not consider it so.

That's largely why I can mention it here, unabashed.

Don't get me wrong... I could learn the ability

I could practice it. I'm sure I could get good.

I just haven't. I don't want to.

And I'm not going to.

I do not consider truthfulness a strength in this day and age. 

Ask (almost) any salesman. Ask (almost) any guru. Ask any woman!

It's best phrased as a weakness for the truth.

Weakness.

But maybe I can claw a bit of it back...and convince you of my treachery.

I don't lie.... to humans.

I'm quite happy to lie to the Internet. (In fact, it is one of my major life projects. By the time I retire, I'm hoping to be a Mars astronaut and Tahitian hula dancer called Norman).

And I also think that I'm happy to lie to animals.

I have been known to tickle the occasional parrot under the chin and ask "Who's a pretty boy, then?" when I know it isn't him. Or her. I know it's phrased as a question but still there's implicit deceit.

Does that make me a bad person?