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1.16.2011
Well, that was a lie. Actually, I lie a lot. But only for my own amusement. I don't just run around lying about important things. Like, if I say I was at the mall, I was at the mall. But, perhaps, while there at the mall, I struck up a conversation with a stranger and lied to them. I do this sometimes. Like, the other day I wandered into GameStop because I was bored and needed to kill some time, and this clerk walked up and asked if he could help me, and I lied and said I was looking for a present for my brother. The clerk asked me what kinds of games my brother liked and I just read off a few random titles that caught my eye. The clerk chatted with me a little bit, gave me some suggestions and I thanked him and left without purchasing anything. See? Perfectly harmless. I mean, I do have a brother, but I don't give him video games for his birthday, which is actually months away, and not in a few weeks like I told the clerk.

Today I lied to Winter and told her that I lost my phone and that my internet is out (my phone is dead, but my internet, as you can see, is working just fine), because I didn't want to tell her that I've been avoiding everybody. People want to know why other people do things like that.

"Where have you been?"

"Around." I always say this when I'm asked that.

"Why haven't you returned any of my calls? Don't you like me anymore?"

"No. I obviously totally hate you. Go away. I don't even want to look at you." This is sarcasm. And then they laugh. And I laugh, because I don't mean it.

But I still feel like a terrible person.

I don't know. Sometimes I just want to go spend a month on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific, but since I can't do that, cutting off communication with the rest of the world is the next best thing.

Lucas told me he did the same thing once. But only once. That was why I hadn't seen him around, if I was wondering.

I hadn't been wondering. "Okay," I said.

He was clearly waiting for me to say more. "I just needed some downtime, man," he said. "Alone, you know what I'm saying? I needed to clear my head."

"I know," I said. And I do know.

I hope he did clear his head. I can never seem to manage to clear mine. And I don't know why I lie to people like that.



2 Comments:

We have to be clever like that some of time. Its good to enjoy your own company or we might drive people crazy.

Thanks so much for the note. I'm glad you are writing.

By Blogger ellie, at 1/16/2011 06:34:00 PM  

I lie to people because I just don't want to deal with them. Normally I try to get them to stop talking by giving them one word replies, or by not say anything. I guess I like being by myself. I still like the people. I just, I don't know.

By Blogger L, at 4/09/2011 03:30:00 PM  

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