They say that the worst thing in the world a person can do is lose himself. I politely disagree. I believe the worst thing a person can do to oneself is to learn that one is not as noble, or good as one hopes, and accepts it. “Sure, we can still be friends.” As I lie to them, it pains me a little. I detest liars; they are just as bad as rapist, murderers and thieves. In fact, a lie is the rape, murder and/or theft of the truth. But, then it dawns on me, the purpose of the lie. I heard of the concept from a movie, but it applies so fittingly here. Peace, based on a lie, is still peace nonetheless. As long as I maintain the lie, feed it, nurture it, it can live and sustain its purpose. “Let’s do something together, like a concert,” I tell them. Then it strikes me, the purpose of the lie: Through them, I’ll meet and manipulate the people I need to reach my ultimate goal, to be a successful attorney. They know the right people, so I need to know them. But, if history repeats itself, how am I the exception?