What was the last lie you told? Why did you
tell it?
I am
terrible at telling lies. My face betrays me.
I cannot play poker or con anyone into anything. So, the last lie I told…I don’t know because
I don’t try anymore. I did lie to my mom
when I was little, telling her I drew a horse by hand that I actually used a
stencil for, which she later found in the drawer and caught me in that
lie. I think I’ve written about that one
before in this blog. I also lied to my
mom as a teenager about studying at a friend’s house when I was actually at my
boyfriend’s house. Of course, I was
caught again. After that, I don’t
remember any major lies. I’m not going
to say I didn’t try to lie occasionally in an uncomfortable or awkward
situation, but I was generally unable to do so completely. And I’m not going to say I don’t sometimes
“pretend” things are okay when they are not or smile when I don’t feel like it,
but even that is hard for me. Heck, anytime I don’t feel well at work or I have
something heavy on my mind, my co-workers start asking what’s wrong? “Nothing,” I say, but they know that’s not
true. Mostly, telling even a little white lie is pretty unnatural for me. I may be able to keep a small one up for a
day or two, but I eventually give in and tell the truth. Isn’t that the best
policy anyway? I have enough guilt in my life about mistakes I’ve made or
things I’ve done that hurt others that I don’t need any more from lies I
tell. J I’m
certainly not perfect, but lying is not one of the vices I struggle with.
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