Daily Prompt – Sweet Little Lies

As kids, we’re told, time and again, that lying is wrong. Do you believe that’s always true? In your book, are there any exceptions?

Everybody lies. It’s that simple, and if anybody tells you that they’re not a liar… is lying.

Daily Prompt – Gut Feeling

When’s the last time you followed your instinct despite not being sure it was the right thing to do? Did it end up being the right call?

It’s hard to say, because I generally ignore my instincts just as much as I follow it.

Daily Prompt – Locked and Sealed

Can you keep a secret? Have you ever — intentionally or not — spilled the beans (when you should’ve stayed quiet)?

I have a lot of secrets. About a lot of people. And let’s just say they should be mindful of that fact should they choose to talk shit about me behind my back… thinking that I won’t find out. Otherwise it would be a shame if those secrets happen to ‘accidentally’ be revealed to certain individuals… In other words, don’t fuck with me.

Daily Prompt – Full Disclosure

A mad scientist friend offers you a chip that would allow you to know what the people you’re talking to are thinking. The catch: you can’t turn it off. Do you accept the chip?

Oh god yes, who wouldn’t love to be able to read people’s minds? …and then call them out on their bullshit!

Apr 15: Don’t Blow Your Cover

Did you ever tell a lie you had to keep repeating in order to not blow your cover?

I remember that when I was in high school, I once got peer-pressured into lying to my Maths teacher to get out of a double-period of maths, to go and work on a drama assessment. Now, the way that our school timetable operated, meant that my senior Drama class was run off-line so rather than having allocated school hours to complete classes, they had to run classes both after school, and during lunch times.

So, this in-turn led to a bit of a problem when we had to work in groups for assessments. Our teachers were made aware of the situation, and were told in advance that at certain times we were to be allowed time off from classes to go and work on our assessments, only if we were up to date with our in-class work and had no outstanding homework / assessments for that particular subject.

Now, I hated Maths, and was regularly having arguments with him about the relevance of whatever we were learning *cough cough trigonometry cough cough Pythagoras cough cough cough*. Yes, yes, I was that kid. The one arguing with the teachers over the relevance of learning pointless information. Looking back, I can just imagine how much they must have hated me. Anyway, that’s besides the point. Where was I…??

Right, so, this one day I told my maths teacher that I wasn’t going to be in class as I was going to work on my drama assessment. I asked for the class handouts, and would hand them in during the next lesson. I didn’t give him a chance to question me, as I took off almost immediately. I did actually meet up with my drama classmates, and we did work on our assessment, but it certainly didn’t take anywhere near as long as initially anticipated.

It was at this point we realised that we now had an easy way to get out of Maths, and nobody would question it.

So every couple of weeks, there would be an upcoming Maths double-period that we just didn’t feel like going to… so instead during recess we all got together and agreed to get out of Maths to work on our ‘drama assessment’ and then meet up behind the Food Tech rooms, and walk off to our friends place down the street, or we’d go for a drive to the local park and just kick back for an hour or so and enjoy a daily break.

Surprisingly, this went on for quite some time… I actually think we managed to get away with it almost three or four times per month, for about 3 months. We thought we had everybody fooled. We were loving it.

One day we all turned up for a lunchtime Drama class, and the class went as per normal. Our teacher got us all to sit down after our warmup theatre-sports game, and everybody was in a good mood and she stood up and addressed the class “So, how’s everybody’s Maths classes going?”

OH. FUCK.

…BUSTED!!

Everybody kinda glanced at each other feeling quite nervous about what was coming.

“It would seem that I’ve been quite the task master, giving everybody so many group assessments to work on…”

…UH OH!!

“…because apparently, all of you have been skipping out on your Maths classes together to work on a string of group assessments. Funny thing is though, I haven’t actually set you any group assessments. So imagine my surprise when I get called in by the PRINCIPAL and questioned about it!!!”

…FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!

“But because I am without a doubt the most amazing teacher you ratbags will ever have, instead of dobbing you all in and giving you two weeks of after-school detention, I drew upon my amazing acting skills, and pretended that I knew exactly what he was talking about, and didn’t realise that it would require so much extra work from you all. So I think that you can all just line up and let me bend over so you can all KISS. MY. ARSE. for saving yours!!”

Everybody in the class erupted into laughter, including the teacher… but then she quickly followed up with giving us all lunchtime detention for a week for being a bunch of shits. But she did specify that our detention was going to be spent playing theatre-sports and playing dress-ups, so really, it wasn’t actually a detention at all.

 

Apr 14: Cover-ups

It’s said that the cover-up is worse than the crime.  Do you agree or disagree?

 
Hmmm… well I’ll raise my hand and admit right here, before your eyes, that I am guilty of doing this. I’ve done the crime, tried to cover it up, and been busted for it… And in some cases, the cover up actually has been much worse than the crime itself. At the time however, the crime seems soooooo bad, and an attempted cover up seems to be far, far less damaging.

Well… as long as you get away with it.

And how do you get away with it… lying. But making sure that you think the whole lie through, and making sure that you consider any and all variables to your lie to ensure that it’s watertight. Nobody likes leakage of any sort, and if your cover up starts leaking, you’re fucked.

Now, by no means am I suggesting that everybody out there goes around lying to everybody, that would just be incredibly wrong. I’m just saying, that if you find yourself in a situation where you’re much more comfortable lying about something, rather than owning up to it, just make sure that you think the whole scenario through is incredible detail.

As I’ve gotten older, unfortunately still find myself lying about stuff to other people… mainly to not come across as a total bitch. For example, I’ll get invited to something, and if I don’t necessarily like that person, or would rather stab myself in the eyes and then rinse it with lemon juice because I cannot stand the other people attending, then I’ll politely tell them that I cannot attend due to a prior engagement.

Now, even as I’m writing this, I’m already completely aware that I’m basically digging myself a hole. To my friends out there reading this and are now going to second-guess me everytime you think about inviting me to something, please just invite me regardless. My friends already know how busy my schedule is, and therefore acknowledge and understand that the incredibly limited and precious down-time I have is for spending with my husband, and doing a weeks worth of housework. This is generally the reason why I don’t socialise very much. But it’s also something that I acknowledge needs to change in my life, and slowly but surely I’m making more of an effort to get out of the house and be around other people.

But in saying that, if you really, REALLY want me to be there, then contact me personally. That way I’ll make a conscious effort to schedule you in. If you’re just going to invite me through Facebook… then I can pretty much guarantee that it’s not going to happen.

What happened to the good ol’ days where people got sent invitiations in the mail… Hmmm… perhaps I should bring that back. Hulk and I are thinking of hosting some dinner parties / game nights / movie nights for other ‘nanna couples’ or those who feel like they’re about 60yrs old, so they can come and hang out at our place for the evening, and just have a generally great time – but very low-key. I think that when we decide to do so, I’ll actually put in some effort and post out invitiations. Just for something different.

Hang on… I’ve gone on a tangent again, haven’t I. Right. Where was I??

Oh, yes. So, in summation. Don’t do the crime, unless you’re prepared to tell the truth. And if you’re not prepared to tell the truth, then lie your arse off, but make sure that you’re lie has no holes in it, otherwise shit will hit the fan if / when you get busted… and don’t you dare tell them that I told you to do it. Sorry pal, but you’re on your own.

Apr 3 – Parental Lies

What are some lies your parents told you?

I don’t actually recall anything that my parents have lied to me about. They were actually quite up-front about most things, and if I asked them a question, they would tell me the truth, rather than continue to feed me the same bullshit that all the other parents were feeding their kids.

There are a couple of things that certainly stand out though:

‘Why don’t you go spend time with your father up in the shed, you’ll both really enjoy that.’

Lies.

‘You and I area going to go fishing tomorrow morning. How do you know you won’t like it? You’ll love it!! It’ll be fun, we can make a game out of it…’

Lies.

‘Your father loves both of you equally as much!’

Lies.

‘You know that we don’t have favourites!’

Lies.

‘DON’T SAY THAT TO YOUR BROTHER!! OF COURSE SANTA / EASTER BUNNY / TOOTH FAIRY ARE REAL!!’

Blatant lies.

‘No, of course your grandmother doesn’t hate you. How could she hate you? I think you’re just tired and your overracting. You should just go to bed and get some sleep.’

Even. more. lies.

 

Apr 4 – Kiddie Lies

If you have children, what lies have you told your own children?  Do you think it’s okay as an adult to lie to someone else’s child?

Let me just go on the record (again) by saying that I have no intention on having children, therefore I’ll never find myself in a position to be lying to my own child.

As an adult, I think that there’s no real harm in lying to a child, depending of course, on how old that child is. If they’re old enough to know better, then it’s a completely different story. If they’re simply too young, then why not… go for it.

Now before all the politically correct parents out there start bombarding me with a multitude of ‘how dare you’ style comments, how many kids do you know still believe in things like the Tooth Fairy, Santa and the Easter Bunny?? Clearly their parents have continued to lie to them about these the whole time, but nobody seems to really care too much about that.

But if the same parents lie to them about something else, then people are all up in arms because of the audacity for a parent to lie to their own child.

…double standard, much?

Daily Prompt: Truth or Dare

Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?

Sums it up quite well, don’t you think?

I think it’s very possible to be too honest, but the problem with honesty, is that some people don’t like hearing the truth. They’d much prefer that you just blow smoke up their arse instead, or inflate their ego, just to make them feel better about themselves, but it’s a lie.

Many people can’t handle the truth – THAT’S the truth. Some people don’t want to believe it. Some people want to completely ignore it. Some people just think that it’s too hard to deal with, and keep it in the ‘too hard’ basket of their lives.

At the same time, some people prefer to hear to truth, regardless of how upfront or uncomfortable it may be to hear. However, people who prefer to speak the truth; speak their minds, are seen as being a bitch / rude / blunt etc.

You know who’s generally blunt? The gays. And black people. Stereotypically they’re the ones who will tell it like it is, or tell it like it is to cut a bitch down to size. Except they call it ‘throwing shade’ if they want to be bitchy to others. Moreso if you’re name is Nene Leakes.

There’s certainly a very very fine line between being honest and being a bitch, and most of the time, that line is blurred / crossed and completely disregarded far too often.

I think that it’s great to be truthful and honest, but the truth can hurt people’s feelings, and the truth can also get you into trouble, and I think that the truth has it’s place in society and within the different relationships that you have with the different people in your life,

When a friend asks you if that dress makes her look fat? How many of you say yes? Or do you say something like ‘no, not at all, you look beautiful / terrific / fabulous etc’? If you were her, wouldn’t you prefer to know that that little strappy number makes you look a christmas ham, and you should get something more flattering before you wear it out in public looking ridiculous?

I think especially when it comes to clothing, people need to be more honest with their friends.

Far too often I can be walking down the street and see a multitude of people who certainly shouldn’t be wearing whatever they’re wearing because it’s not flattering for them whatsoever. But who am I to pass that judgement of complete strangers? It’s moreso that I feel a bit embarrassed for them because somebody, at some point, told them that they look good in those skin-tight leather leggings, whilst completely ignoring the giant muffin top protruding out the top like some kind of mega cellulite volcano.

However, on the flip side, they may feel really attractive wearing those leather leggings – good for you; they may think that it makes them look great – you clearly have no idea of what you actually look like, but either way, you don’t have honest people around you.

Generally, most people pretty much know how to dress for their figure, but unfortunately, there are are still those who have no fucking idea.

No, that skin tight lycra top doesn’t do anything for your man boobs.

No, those legs look like cottage cheese and shouldn’t be out on display.

No, nobody wants to see your camel toe. Girl, fix yo’self.

Girl, you shouldn’t be able to tuck your boobs into your belt. Try wearing a bra.

 

 

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