I'm a terrific liar. It's just something I know.
Mostly it's just for fun. Tonight I told a ridiculous lie about growing up in Texas and nearly having an affair with both a 25-year-old and his 50-year-old father. I don't know if it's just about getting away with something or something else all together.
Regardless, I'm a terrific liar.
But what I know about my lies, is that I want to be able to tell the difference between them and the truth. I see people who tell others (and themselves) a lie and think it's the truth. I hope beyond hope that that is never the case with me.
Let my white lies stem from "all in good fun" at the bar. Let my white lies never hurt anyone, especially me. Let my white lies remain white and never steeped in something dark and dangerous.
I'm a terrific liar. Let me use my superpowers for good and not evil.
7 comments:
I don't think I want to know how you got into the conversation in the bar that led to you flexing your superpowers, but it is a relief to know you're hoping to use those powers for good. We'll all sleep easier now.
Hmmmm, am I assuming you were in a bar?
Let's be honest...it's a fair assumption.
Yes. It's true. I witnessed the entire fabrication. It was brilliant. Brilliant.
CT,
You are an excellent fibber wingman. You make me seem very credible!
Mig, stick, or Tig?
Uncle Mike,
Don't go blow all my covers! :-) There are a gaggle of Brits out there who really think they met a chatty American woman who knows how to weld.
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