I think I was a bit stupid when I chose the question for this week. It sounded like a great question because everyone lies to their parents growing up and some continue telling whoppers all their lives. Right?
I really don’t have the habit of telling lies and never did even growing up. I told you I was different. There were a few small lies I remember like…
No, my sister was not disobedient while I babysat her ever afternoon after school. I said that even when she was a little tyrant. Sorry Audrey! I loved you anyway!
No, I wasn’t scared coming home alone when Dad first left us. Actually, I was terrified. I sat in the living room pretty much paralyzed by every sound in the house. But I knew so much was on your plate, Mom, that I just didn’t want to be a burden. Sorry!
The men at the place I worked when I was sixteen never made inappropriate comments. Well, one day some how the word “pecker” was introduced into the conversation. Brace yourself…I didn’t know what it meant, so I naively asked, “What is a pecker?” You can imagine the laughter that ensued. I was mortified that everyone was laughing at me. Since that was back in the days of “no such a thing as computers”, I had to wait until the next time I went to the library to look up the word in the dictionary. Then I was embarrassed again and wondered how I would ever face those people again.
So now that I have typed those three things, you are probably saying, “Boring!” and you’re right! That’s not a bad thing! So I will tell you something that I’ve never told anyone. I had a crush on a guy at school for many years. I memorized everything about him. I practiced writing his name like young girls do. I went down the hallways he had classes on even though my classes were in a total different part of the school. I was crazy about him. Of course, I never spoke to him because I was so introverted and shy.
Finally, we were seniors and it was my last day of school. He somehow had my phone number.
I was so excited!
“Why don’t you come over? My Dad will stay out of my room and we can have fun.”
“What kind of fun are you talking about?” I asked him.
“Real fun and I have some beer too.”
Needless to say, I was immediately brought out of the clouds and thrust into reality. His “real fun” was no where near what I considered fun or appropriate behavior. How in the world could I have liked someone that wanted me to sleep with him two minutes after we started talking?
I don’t know if Mom remembers me crying that day. She asked me if it was because I was sad school ended. That’s when I told her the lie.
“Yes,” I said.
In reality, I was disgusted with myself for being such a poor judge of character and so nerdy that I had zero social skills. I was doing some heavy self-loathing.
Thank goodness that has all changed!
Now I will zip over and see if I can get this Linky thing to work for me so you can enter your posts and we can hop over to read them.
What is the biggest lie you have told your parents?