• Suddenly Liberated

    Yes, I have lied. I chose to lie because I was asked a question I wasn’t able to answer yet. The information was trying to gather up inside and turn into something I knew was going to change my whole world; I wasn’t ready to try to define it for someone else before I knew what it was for me.

    Would I do it again? No, because my answer didn’t matter. It helps to choose wisely who you lie to. My true answer was given by my body’s signals, no matter what my mouth may have said.

    March 18, 2014
  • G.W.

    The lies I remember are the ones from childhood. I was starting to feel self-righteous and then realized its less that I’m an honest adult and more that I only tell boring lies now that I don’t remember telling, like when I say to my boss I’m running late because there was a pileup on the freeway but its actually that I hit snooze a few times.
    One lie from third grade sticks out. My baby brother in first grade was about to be spanked for doing something, I don’t recall what. Our parents had just gotten a divorce and I was in big sister protective mode. I lied to the teacher to try to spare my brother his first whooping in school. Yep, I’d absolutely do it again. I ended up getting spanked right alongside him because I lied, but it was a truly noble, loving act of kindness and I still feel proud about that.

    March 19, 2014
  • Fuming Fran

    You know that classic question every man hates? “Do these jeans make my butt look big?” Well, I got something like that from my husband. I’d been trying to figure out how to gently let him know that the love handles were starting to make me less interested in the kind of loving that required handles. But when I saw the look on his face, I couldn’t say it, so I lied and told him of course I’m still attracted to him. If I had it to do over, I would have told the truth. He had been brave enough to ask my opinion but I wasn’t brave enough to give it. I’m still struggling with his weight and he hasn’t asked the question again so I feel like I missed an opportunity.

    March 19, 2014
  • Prefers Pencils

    Looking at it, almost across the board I lie because the truth is embarrassing to me. As in, did you eat the last piece of bacon? (Him) No! (Me) With those situations, I wish I had chosen to accept myself and my actions rather than feeling like I need to hide something by lying.
    The other kind of lie came up this week. A woman I know found out she’s having another baby. I lied and said “Fantastic!” I don’t think its fantastic. But its my own personal hang up and she doesn’t need me raining on her parade. So, no regrets over that one, just a call for me to look at my judgement about other people’s lives.

    March 21, 2014

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