I convinced a girl I was sterile, it wasn't to have sex with her either, just told a girl I was sterile once, she felt bad for me for the longest time. I guess that's the worst.
the best ...god I've told so many good ones its hard to pick, MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!
i don't really have too many big lies. i try to avoid them cause it always bites you in the ass later...
the worst/best lie scarred my best friend for life and she is still pissed at me. In 5th grade i had a b-day party, for weeks before i told her that another friend who was coming had a cursed Ouija Board that was made by her Uncle who was a devil worshiper (her family was really Catholic so this is like the most evil thing). We told her awful ghost stories, and then we all plotted to scare the shit out of her. we summoned Charlie Chaplin (only biographical VHS i owned). When we left to paint pottery, i put the tape in the VCR and pressed play, so all i would have to do is turn the TV on with the remote. When we returned, we pulled out the board, forced her to play, and asked for a sign, which is when i turned the TV on. My friend was soooo scared she cried and went home. We tried to convince her that Charlie Chaplin was nice and he wouldnt hurt us, but i think my weeks of horrible ghost stories was just too much for her. sooo mean of me.
That Charlie Chaplin story is the funniest thing ever. I adore it.
My lies are horrible, horrible things that chew away at me. I don't so much lie as method act in real life sometimes. Like the time I thought about Shaun having testicular cancer and nearly cried which was helpful in getting what I wanted that particular time. See? HORRIBLE! And just to clarify: I never SAID my husband had testicular cancer. I just used that scenario in my mind to create the exact somber look I was going for.
I also once was in a cultural studies class and I loved it but was constantly excluded from class conversations because I was the only white person in the class. One day I really wanted to join in, so I said I was in an inter-racial relationship. I said my husband was a full-blooded native american (at the time we thought he was a small fraction native american but later, it turned out that his dad fibbed and my husband is just a white dude after all). ANYHOW--that lie was also horrible and worse still because it was just the key I needed. I was suddenly included in conversations, my opinions were suddenly valid, and I was able to really "be a part" of the class. However, I was consumed by guilt the whole while and still feel ridiculous about the whole thing.
Ready for the after school special message, from yours truly? Telling lies, even if its just little lame ones, just puts more barriers up between you and other people. I could never invite anyone from that class over to my house, because they would see that Shaun is no a Native American. Also, if Shaun ever actually gets testicular cancer, I will feel strangely responsible.
Once when I was a little girl my family was on holiday in France and I told a little boy the cat we were playing with loved to be pet on it's stomach. I knew for a fact the cat hated to be touched on its stomach. The cat scratched the boy. I learned about something called rabies which we didn't have in England. I never told anyone involved, including the boy, that i'd deliberatly got the boy scratched by a potentially rabid cat.
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I convinced a girl I was sterile, it wasn't to have sex with her either, just told a girl I was sterile once, she felt bad for me for the longest time. I guess that's the worst.
the best ...god I've told so many good ones its hard to pick, MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!
i don't really have too many big lies. i try to avoid them cause it always bites you in the ass later...
the worst/best lie scarred my best friend for life and she is still pissed at me. In 5th grade i had a b-day party, for weeks before i told her that another friend who was coming had a cursed Ouija Board that was made by her Uncle who was a devil worshiper (her family was really Catholic so this is like the most evil thing). We told her awful ghost stories, and then we all plotted to scare the shit out of her. we summoned Charlie Chaplin (only biographical VHS i owned). When we left to paint pottery, i put the tape in the VCR and pressed play, so all i would have to do is turn the TV on with the remote. When we returned, we pulled out the board, forced her to play, and asked for a sign, which is when i turned the TV on. My friend was soooo scared she cried and went home. We tried to convince her that Charlie Chaplin was nice and he wouldnt hurt us, but i think my weeks of horrible ghost stories was just too much for her. sooo mean of me.
That Charlie Chaplin story is the funniest thing ever. I adore it.
My lies are horrible, horrible things that chew away at me. I don't so much lie as method act in real life sometimes. Like the time I thought about Shaun having testicular cancer and nearly cried which was helpful in getting what I wanted that particular time. See? HORRIBLE! And just to clarify: I never SAID my husband had testicular cancer. I just used that scenario in my mind to create the exact somber look I was going for.
I also once was in a cultural studies class and I loved it but was constantly excluded from class conversations because I was the only white person in the class. One day I really wanted to join in, so I said I was in an inter-racial relationship. I said my husband was a full-blooded native american (at the time we thought he was a small fraction native american but later, it turned out that his dad fibbed and my husband is just a white dude after all). ANYHOW--that lie was also horrible and worse still because it was just the key I needed. I was suddenly included in conversations, my opinions were suddenly valid, and I was able to really "be a part" of the class. However, I was consumed by guilt the whole while and still feel ridiculous about the whole thing.
Ready for the after school special message, from yours truly? Telling lies, even if its just little lame ones, just puts more barriers up between you and other people. I could never invite anyone from that class over to my house, because they would see that Shaun is no a Native American. Also, if Shaun ever actually gets testicular cancer, I will feel strangely responsible.
Also: furiouslando. Who are you? You are FUNNY!
It's ME truly!!!!
for those of you who don't know who ME is it's Kent
Once when I was a little girl my family was on holiday in France and I told a little boy the cat we were playing with loved to be pet on it's stomach. I knew for a fact the cat hated to be touched on its stomach. The cat scratched the boy. I learned about something called rabies which we didn't have in England. I never told anyone involved, including the boy, that i'd deliberatly got the boy scratched by a potentially rabid cat.
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