A Good Idea

It seemed like a good idea, harmless in fact.

Your friends assured you that everybody does it, that employers rarely check resume facts anyway. Going on blind faith, convinced that unembellished fact hasn't been helpful so far, you would seriously consider fabricating information on your resume. You embrace the school of thought that a little elaboration never hurt anyone, it could even be deemed as entertaining; from a point of view.  Misdirection on a resume is just a little white lie.
Cheating on a resume can be tempting, especially when one has been searching for a job for months or even years. However, we all know that fibbing is never a good idea, and the likelihood that you'll be caught is predictably high. Even should your "creativity" slip through the cracks, karma has a way of catching up with you. So either way, lying gets messy.

   As attention from living quality shifts towards the excitement of risk, these infractions increase in frequency; they instill zest that resides with living on the edge.  Like an infestation of weeds into a pristine untarnished geography, it’s no longer a justified divergence but a preferred choice.   Soon, minor violations of integrity began to collect throughout all aspects of what had once been defined as a boringly routine life.  Gossip becomes fuel to the engine of avoidance.  Rationalization develops into a poetic repose embellishing the character of a cavalier-daring individualist rather than a self-serving culprit. Even Rhett Butler ~ blockade runner was exalted as a desirable romantic figure. Oh yes, that was fiction wasn't it? 

 Compounding these seemingly minor and unfettered rule breaking's, are, by measure in degrees of despicable, a presumption that mine are rather insignificant.  Its not, after all, genocide!  More in keeping with actions viewed as that of childish innocence unhinging the intricate knitted links of a treasured ancient comforter we call society.

  Yes, we didn't mean any harm we just wanted to indulge the notion of entitlement that special people enjoy.  Darn if that attitude doesn't appear to be more prevalent, no longer the exception. What's the benefit of refraining from our impulsive nature if others are given license to indulge? Consequences are difficult to see; and we, the obedient?  Well, we've been raised on punishment so when that's not meddled out for misbehaving it can be rather a harsh disillusionment. The unraveled yarn gathers in heaps; there is no running away when our ankles are entangled with delicate shackles ensnaring our feet.  

Change can be that way. It takes a lot of evidence of what we don't want in order to see what we prefer. What is that phrase? About the mother of invention?  Oh yes, necessity.  It's rather ironic that I'm reminded of making cookies...ya got to give 'em time in the over in order to get ‘em cooked.