We lie all the time — to our families, to our friends, to the people we love. There are times when it seems like it’s the best option, and others when it feels like the only option. But it’s hard to lie to ourselves. Actually, it’s damn near impossible.
Sure, we can think the thought or even say it out loud, but that means precious little without any real substance. It’s one thing to tell ourselves a lie, and an entirely different beast to convince ourselves the lie is real. We know ourselves too well to make fooling our psyche an easy task. We know the truth deep down — the truth we never let see the light of day, and the truth we refuse to acknowledge exists. We can fight it all we want, but we know it’s lingering there at the end of the day.
I’ve never been one to be bashful, or reserved. There are times when I can bottle up anger, or disappointment, or hurt, but I’m futile against any emotion of affection. I also don’t pick up on tells, especially in love: the subtle sign that said she cared more than did; the language of her body that revealed this was the last time I was going to see her; the hollow touch that felt as if she was already gone in some way. Whether it was out of ignorance or ineptitude, the signs were missed.
But every now and then, that tell is revealed — the thing that gives us all hope that what we see in someone and feel with them is real: happiness. It’s the ultimate truth serum, in my opinion. I can’t remember having a genuinely incredible time with someone and not wanting to see them again.
I believe in doubling down on happiness, because it is the most pure emotion we have inside of us. You can fake a smile, and you can fake love, but you can’t fake true happiness.
When there’s happiness, it radiates out of one’s self. Smiles aren’t painted on faces, laughs aren’t mustered from the pits of our stomach, and kisses are not a formality.
And that is why happiness is like truth serum: because we can’t control what is happening. It comes out of us against our will — whether we wanted it to or not — and it’s genuine. Happiness, like any drug, alters our state of thinking. We do in the moment and deal with the consequences later. We ride the wave of the high, crash at the end, then figure out what to do next.
How many times have we sulked somewhere, refusing to engage in any form of amusement, and then fail to hold back the smile cracking through our stoic demeanor?
It doesn’t last forever — it never does. We can hold back our feelings all we want, but we all eventually succumb at some point. In the end, the truth will always find a way to reveal itself in one way or another…