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Dusting off my TLL Posting skills

For a long time I prided myself a liar.

I grew up lying, really.

I had to lie to my mother constantly.

She was uber-strict and the only way I could do ANYTHING I wanted to do was to do it then lie about it. I got quite good at it.

I learned not to show the tell-tale signs of a lie. I learned when to look like I was lying to get someone to know what I truly meant without saying so.

I learned to manipulate questioning about my lies to further back them.

I learned not to over-complicate my lies so that they were believable.

When I grew up and moved out on my own my lying took a serious dip.

Then I got into a crappy relationship that was suffering the typical Lesbian Bed Death (among other things) and I started stepping out.

Then my lying side came back full-force.

I rekindled my lying skills with a vengeance.

All of a sudden I remembered my old tricks and I put them ALL to good use.

Now that that relationship is over and I’m married to the wonderous Jess my need to lie has diminished to nothing.

That’s not to say that the occassional — and I believe highly necessary — lie doesn’t still surface.

The lies you tell people to avoid hurt feelings (“Do I look fat in this dress?”)….

….or confrontation (“I’m fine.”)…

….or to protect someone you care about (“Yeah, she was with me when that bank was robbed!”)

Sure, saying “I never tell a lie” would seem honorable as you Jerry-Springer-Audience me behind that monitor.

But that’d be a lie. And I never tell a lie.

Ok so is lying necessary sometimes? Absolutely. At least the little white lies (wait, let’s scratch “white” there – I’m not sure why saying it’s a “white” lie makes it any better)…

I think that small lies for the reasons stated above are excusable — not admirable — but at least understandable.

I think that the big Earth-shattering, life-altering, self-esteem destructive ones are what are unacceptable.

But, hey, that’s just me.