My girlfriend sometimes kids me that I am a "chameleon." I fool myself often, unconsciously, no doubt hundreds of times a day. Lies to myself arise from reasonable convenience and avoiding emotional pain, although I consider myself a very honest person. Life seems an alternation within a duality of truth and falsehood - I consider both. Being absolutely truthful would lead to an early death, I fear. At the end of the day, at least I have endeavored for truth toward others. Do you find that prevarication is actually so prevalent, or that verity is worth the pain?