I have a thing about lies. I hate them because they destroy trust, create suspicion, and betray love.
But then there’s storytelling, especially the “tall tale” variety, which depends on lies. However, since everyone knows you’re lying, this is the one time when it’s okay.
Like the famous trapper and scout Jim Bridger, who in the 1820s and 30s explored a great deal of the American West. He was one of the first white people to see the Great Salt Lake and the Yellowstone geysers, but since he was known as an accomplished tale-teller, few people believed him. They didn’t believe him either when he told them about the petrified forest that he’d also really seen, probably because he added bits about the petrified forest harboring petrified birds singing petrified songs.
Lying is usually bad, but sometimes it is an art form.