When is it ok to lie?

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As long as you are not hurting anyone or doing anything illegal, I think its fine!

Would you Rather lie and make someone happy or tell the truth & hurt them?

What they don't know, will not hurt them.

That said, liers always get found out.

I do not see the harm in telling your friend she looks beautiful in her new dress, what would i gain from telling her she doesn't? Why upset her.

I do not see the harm in bending the truth a little or giving indirect answers, that's technically not lying.

I would lie to save my bacon, ill admit it.

The question is more, when is it not okay to lie?

Its wrong to lie to the police or anyone in authority that could use your lies against you.

Even politicians lie these days...

I would never lie at the cost of anyone Else's or my own happiness & safety.

I feel if you live your life right, you don't have to lie very often anyway.

Don't put yourself into situations were you have secrets.

Its easier not to lie, you don't have to remember what you said.

Mum, Dad, Nottingham and Me.

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Have you been to where your parents were born? What was it like? If you haven’t been, describe how you imagine it to be.

My dad was born at home in a street situated in Sherwood, Nottingham. After spending his early years in the house, he moved 5 houses down when he was joined by 4 siblings, for space reasons.

He moved away when he come of age and lived in 10 houses and flats. When his dad, my grandad passed away, He inherited his house. My dad aged 34 returned to the house he grew up in, the street he was born on, along with me, My mum and my brother.

When asked if i have been to my fathers place of birth, the answer is Yes, I live there myself, now.

Its a normal street, on an ex council estate. The house he was born in (5 doors up) was brought by a family with young daughters, when i first moved onto the street, aged 4, i befriended the girls and had the chance to view the house in which my father was born and spent his early days. I'm afraid i don't recall what it was like, But the house in which i now live (were my dad moved to, 5 doors down, aged 5) is pretty much the same layout, but bigger.

A set of stairs to the right of the door lead upstairs to two rooms and a bathroom, so my dad recalls. A hallway leads to a living room and a kitchen and a small back garden can be seen from many windows around the house. My dad moved to the house we now live in, when his siblings were born, a much bigger, 3 bed roomed house.

I find it funny that my dad was literally born on this street, in his mothers bedroom on April 7Th. He grew up there, moved house but still remained on the same street. Then to return many years later with his kids. We have now lived here 14 years. My dad has lived on this street 38 years in total. My dad is determined for his death certificate NOT to have the same destination as his birth. He intends to move and die in Spain once he retires.

My mothers place of birth i am unsure about, I am unaware of weather she was born at home, at hospital or other. All i no is she was born in the Meadows area of Nottingham, She was also one of 5 children and had a much poorer upbringing than my dad. She moved to Clifton for 5 years before returning to the meadows into a new estate. She then lived there till she was 18 when she moved out, met my dad and after 10 moves, ended up here, on the street my dad was born.

My mum and dad share the same area of birth as me and my brother. We were both born at the QMC in Nottingham and have lived here all our lives, so far!

Nottingham is not a very exciting place to describe, lack of info of my mothers birth means i am out of words for now.

Were ever we started off, we have never strayed out of Nottingham and after all is said & done, Its not such a bad place to be...

Trying to think of nothing.

You forget your thinking, you forget your mind is working. When asked to stop the incredible organ from doing its natural job, you realise how much it does do and how impossible it is to stop it. Pretty much a catch 22.

I have nothing on my mind, which is actually a thought in itself.
You can never fully clear your head from visions and thoughts in one given time.
I can close my eyes and see black, see nothing... But i can't stop thinking of everything.


Being asked to think of nothing, In the instant I first close my eyes, I erase my mind of the previous thoughts of the stressful day ahead.
it goes black and dark & my head starts to whirl.
My brain slows down to an almost stop and i feel my whole body tense as i focus hard on seeing and thinking of emptiness.
The word nothing spins around bashing from one side of my brain to another, in big bold letters on a white background.
Trying to convince myself that i in fact am thinking about nothing at all and my thoughts have stopped for that short 3 minute break, But in fact my brain is more alive than ever.
The ticking of the clock rings in my ear.
The sunlight try's to break through my eyes lashes and the birds song outside flows through the open window and floods my ears.
A dog barks in the distance and all too soon my blank, spacious, empty mind is filled with many thought provoking things.

Its hard to think of nothing, in a world full of everything.
Its not all of nothing, its all about nothing.
I cant think nothing, i think OF nothing...

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Follow, lead or neither?

I like to follow, i admit its a weakness of mine.
For me, to follow is failing before trying. I hate the thought of failing, i hate the thought of being unsuccessful or leading others into failure.

To submit yourself to follow in someone Else's shadow without giving yourself the opportunity to shine, is a great shame.

I'm a people pleaser, it gives me greater pleasure to see somebody else succeed in there leadership, than succeed in leadership myself.

I let others make the choices and i rarely speak up to object. I prefere to sit back and follow, relax and be unpresured. I like to observe the failings of the leaders and learn from them, rarther than make my own leadership mistakes and learn that way. This isn't how id like to be, I love to be that confident leader, Who stands up for who they are, what they believe and have self confidence to get all their followers safely to the destination of there vision.

To lead takes guts, you need to be confident and 'in the know'. Wile i hate bossy, authority figures, I feel we all need a little bit of fire in our belly's, a little bit of 'get up and go', a little bit of leadership inside us to get anywhere in life. Something i lack. Wile I'm a follower and never will be a leader...
What makes you incapable of being the leader? Why write yourself off before trying. Speak up and be heard. Lead and be followed!

Follow the leader, leader, leader!

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