It occurred to me today that I lie unnecessarily. For no reason what-so-ever if I'm asked a question my first response is to make something up. It's stupid, to lie about un-important things like that, but I just keep doing it. It's not an impulse, if I think about what I'm doing I can stop. It's just...what I do.
The really bad part is that people keep believing me. Only the people closest to me know about this habit, but even they take me at face value.
Eg:
Mum: Hey I can't make it this arvo, is that okay?
Me: Yeah sure, I'm a little tired anyway (True, I'm always tired)
Mum: Okay, will I see you on the weekend?
Me: Uh, sure if we make it out there (Also true)
Mum: Well, I'd better go, but what are you doing?
Me: Reading (And THAT is the lie)
I'm actually playing a video game. My mother doesn't disapprove of video games, in some cases its preferred than the constant reading, at least I move when I'm gaming! I'm one of those people who throws their whole body into the controller, so I move a lot (and yell a lot and swear a lot and occasionally throw the controller across the room)
But why lie about that? She doesn't really care it was just something to say to keep the conversation going those few extra seconds. Never the less, I lied, and will continue doing so, possibly until some form of cognitive behaviour therapy focuses on this weird habit and makes me tell the truth unless needed. But I doubt that one, my shrink is focused on a whole range of other problems!
So that's what I thought about today while I pretended to work, before I chucked a sicky and came home. Okay, that was a lie, I'm really sick and have to make an appointment for the docs in the morning.
See what I mean!!!!!
On a tangent, or rather, a totally different topic, I'd like to briefly mention family.
One of my uncles has...and indefinable amount of sons. I say that because I only know three and I know there are more, so to my mind there are an infinate number of these unknown cousins out there.
Now, when we were all a lot younger we used to stay at my nan's house on the holidays, and my brother and I would have the "end room". Except for one summer, when Ben was living there.
Ben is one of the many Sons.
He's fairly normal, and we spent the majprity of the holiday with him despite a few years gap. We were tight. Seriously, we spent almost every waking moment together, and even prefered him to our closer cousins when they came by. Thing is, I forgot about him!
That summer got lost in the memories of crushed dandelions and hot concrete, the small wood lizards crawling lazily on the wall over the overgrown garden. Ben got swallowed up by those lizards and I completely forgot about our summer. Till mum mentioned him the other day, and explained who he was. The memories came back and I rang my brother and asked if he remembered, hoping that I wasn't the only one. But he remembered, I could hear the laugh in his voice as he recalled some of our escapades together.
Conclusion: My memory sucked, even then!
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