I don't like lying. I hate lying. Even when I know lying makes someone happier. So I skirted the question with rhetorical and half truth. I only do this to my relatives and close family members. I lie freely to anybody else and of course I also lie with agreeable specimens of the opposite genders too.
I don't know why though. I'm always frank and blunt with my family and hurt them in the end. To others, I can be the most agreeable fellow on the planet. I take it for granted that my family will always be there for me so I don't need to keep them satisfied with honeyed words and smooth acts. Unlike what I do to my friends.
Am I wrong? Am I?
Side notes: the last post is about what I went through when I lost somebody close. There's no one to greet me home anymore, no one to remind me of the little things, no one to be there anymore. Also, "Blue jasmine" is a perfume's name.
If you can guess correctly what type of paint/soluble substance I used above, I will answer your question.