Liar Liar Pants On Fire…
I was talking to my best friend this afternoon. She met with a group of people last night to discuss our twenty year high school reunion. I can’t believe it’s already upon us but yes indeed it is. Gah that is crazy.
Anyway we gossiped about people of our past and she caught me up with a few. Then she mentioned someone we’d known, actually hung out with waay back in the day before we realized what a LIAR she was. Well we’d always assumed a certain something (we’d heard the rumor) had happened to her once we graduated school and now there was the possibility that maybe that thing hadn’t happened after all.
And that is kinda HUGE. I don’t want to get into any details but all I can think is, “Man what a lie that all was!”
So did any of you lie when you were younger?
Of course as writers we make up stuff all the time. And I still tell the occasional white lie. But have you ever told a grand ol’ whopper of a lie, especially when you were a kid?
I told my fair share but I shall confess the BIG one. I was ten. I’d been moved around a lot for a few years and I started a new school a few months into the year. I didn’t know anyone. They knew nothing about me. So I told one girl I had seven brothers and sisters.
Mind you I was an only child at the time (my lone brother came almost two years later) and I wanted those siblings so bad! Eight is Enough was my favorite TV show! I made up all kinds of stories about my “family,” I even had names. (I remember one of them - one of my sister’s names was Lindsay.)
I was living the dream - a big house full of wonderful brothers and sisters! It was all crap. I finally had to confess my stories to my friend and if I remember correctly she told me she really didn’t believe me anyway. She was still my friend, though!
Of course I moved that summer and went to yet another school the next year. Stayed with those kids all through junior high and beyond too. In fact that’s the school where I met my bestest friend.
So come on. I confessed my wanna-be Eight is Enough lie. Share a childhood lie with me.
May 7th, 2008 at 12:50 am
Hehe Karen.
You can’t leave us hanging like that! Dish. Dish! What was her lie?
My lie? I used to tell my friends I went exotic places during summer vacation. And I did, if you can count my grandmother’s house in La Costa as exotic.
May 7th, 2008 at 12:55 am
I didn’t lie a lot. I was way too honest. I wish I’d lied more! LOL.
OMG wait! Yes I have one. It’s a whopper. I feel terrible to this day. I had a huge crush on a boy in 9th grade. Huge. I’ll out myself, his name was Tom. At the Homecoming dance he asked me to dance and I freaked out. I instantly became terrified of boys. I said no and ran out and called my mom to pick me up.
Later he called me and talked to me on the phone. And then he asked me out. Again I freaked out. Lied said I was busy. He called me out and asked me out again. And lied and said I had a boyfriend. Not long after he transfered schools and to this day he prob thinks I’m a witch. I was just terrified of dating.
I really liked him though. Quite a bit.
May 7th, 2008 at 6:04 am
I’m sure I told some pre-teen whoppers, but what sticks in my memory are the college lies. When sober, I tell it like it is — but when I’m drunk, I lie through my teeth. Don’t ever trust me when I get all “sincere” after I’ve been drinking ’cause you’re probably hearing some mixture of fact and fiction. I tend to edit my life when intoxicated.
May 7th, 2008 at 10:26 am
My mom had these….long weeds next to the fireplace. I set them on fire to see them burn (hey it was summer, I was home alone, i lived FOURTEEN miles from town–tres bored). It’s a wonder I didn’t burn the house down–they went up tres quickly! I told my mom I didn’t know what happened to them.
And I had one friend who lied ALL THE TIME. You could never believe anything she said.
May 7th, 2008 at 2:38 pm
When I was in second grade I told everyone I was married to Michael Knight and we drove around in his cool car.
May 7th, 2008 at 2:44 pm
OMG Feisty, I want to be you. You even have cool lies!
Alessia, I’m too truthful when I’m drunk. It’s sad. LOL. In my college days I was the queen of drunken emailing. Yikes.
Amie, weeds eh? How was the second hand smoke?
May 7th, 2008 at 3:09 pm
Ah the lies are good. We kinda can’t help ourselves can we? LOL
I was never tempted to burn stuff. My daddy was a firefighter so that crap freaked me out.
May 7th, 2008 at 6:30 pm
Feisty!
May 7th, 2008 at 6:30 pm
Shelli…they were gone in like 2.3 seconds FER REALZ
May 8th, 2008 at 4:58 pm
I can’t even remember. The lies were all so dumb when I was a child.
Mostly i was guillable and believed the whoppers of the others.
Like I think someone told me that the Like a Prayer Album had been bathed in Holy Water and you could smell it.
I sniffed that cassette for an hour. Totally believing it. *sigh*