day four

Tomorrow at noon, my bout of honesty will be done. Not exactly sure how I feel about that. It probably won't be a big deal. It hasn't changed much except telling my mom that yes, I did stay up until 3 am playing WoW last night. And no, I don't think I'll go practice my piano today, even if I tell you that I'll do it in an hour or so.
Really, this isn't changing things too much. She reacts about the same, but I think it's becuase she knows that I'm only being honest because I have to, so my grudging admittance to late night gaming isn't really out of guilt or moral fiber, it's because I am obligated.

Also, trying to be honest has really just cemented my belief that lies are good sometimes. I've found that perhaps I tell more lies than your average person, but only because I have a great fear of rejection or disapproval. Most of the time, it's better to lie about that calculus quiz and say it was a pop quiz than incite the wrath of your mother when she realizes that you didn't study. I mean, she's going to get mad at your grade anyway, so you should at least make her think that it wasn't entirely your fault. She'll never know if it was really a pop quiz or not, because all the stupid online grade thing says is "quiz."

The saying about begging forgiveness rather than asking permission also comes to mind. If you tell a small lie about what you're going to do after school, like saying you're at an NHS event when you're actually eating Burger King and playing videogames, you won't have to beg forgiveness or ask permission, as long as nothing is found out. Just keep track of the time, so it doesn't look like you're gone too long. Plus, then when you get home, you can ask if you can go eat Burger King and play videogames with your friends and get back to what you were just doing, no harm done, no wrath incited by asking to go directly after school. Once you've accomplished something after school, the chances of getting to hang out increase greatly.

Yeah, that one's a true story. One of my better adventures in deceit. I'm really not sure if I should be proud of how well that worked out, or sad that I don't think twice about doing it.