You won’t be reading any lies from me this month. It’s not that I don’t, or can’t, lie but when I do I feel incredibly guilty and anxious. I can’t see myself lying for fun. Where that comes from, I don’t know. Maybe I have repressed memories of being severely punished for lying in my childhood.
4 thoughts on “67/365 No lies”
I knew as a kid I would be caught. And dealt with.
Well, we all know I can lie for fun. But although I thought Indigo’s original premise (is it a lie? is it the truth?) was rather fascinating I knew if I made up a story I’d feel compelled to confess to the group.
I’ve told a couple of out-and-out lies. I’d have to go back and check, but at least two. One is obvious. The other is obvious TO KIM.
I’m building up to a lie. I think.