Why men lie.

Sike. Men don't lie. I have never lied in my life. And I think it's dope how when a statement like "Men always lie," is made, we automatically assume that the statement--in fact--is not finished, and ACTUALLY ends in "... to women when in or about to get into relationships."

I care and I don't care about this. As a human being, to know that another human being was hurt emotionally/mentally/physically in any way is like ... kn'amsaying ... aching to the heart. Generally, we want every one to be happy.

But as a man who didn't lie the particular lie that the woman believed, I mean ... I have to ask myself what exactly that has to do with me. So in my mind while I'm thinking "Well, nothing ... 'cause I didn't do feces," the reality is:

Matios. Because you have a penis, you are automatically at least a little bit responsible for pain inflicted by other penis baring homosapiens.

And that's a trip, but as a man, I don't care--how could I? I'm at the intersection between a person's experience and their opinions about that experience. If in a woman's head she has decided that all men, including the gentlemanly Matios, is automatically guilty ... then ... what could or should I do about it?

I almost want to say prove her wrong. But for what? So I can get "caught" lying later?

"... well ... your sister and I were meeting to get your surprise birthday party together ... not have sexual intercourse." - Matios. Telling the truth for once.