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the invention of lying.
2011-04-07 @ 12:29 p.m.
202.8 today, and i'm so excited because i have never seen this number. almost there. last night we were discussing how my brother came to live in VA, because boy had never heard the whole story. i'll tell you one day, because it was really probably? the most ridiculous thing i have ever witnessed in my life. he was in the grips of a serious heroin addiction and my dad had to come up here and steal him away in the night, like in a fucking movie. but we were discussing the personality type of a person who takes things to the edge like that. remember that episode of seinfeld where george tells susan's parents that he has a house in the hamptons when he really doesn't, and they try to call his bluff by asking him to take them up there? well george takes it up a notch and says, okay, let's go! and they all get in the car for this 4 hour drive to a non-existent house. and even as they're driving, the parents know that he doesn't have the house, but they're not going to back down, and george knows that they know, but he refuses to be the one to give in. so they drive on, the parents even making him stop so they can buy him a housewarming gift. eventually they get to the point where they drive to the middle of nowhere and george gets out and tells them they now have to walk 5 miles through the woods in the dark to get to his house, and they say, okay, good thing we wore appropriate clothing. they start marching and george finally gives in, saying, "i made it all up! you got me!!" and they tell him they knew the whole time, they just wanted to prove that he was a jackass. long story to say that it takes a certain type of person to take things that far. i was saying that my brother has always been the kind to take risks like that, and it's amazing how fundamentally different we are as people but are still somehow related, because i am the kind who would bail out pretty early on such a scam. i said i couldn't believe how hardcore my brother could be when it came to lying and getting away with it back then, and boy said, yeah, he could believe it. and i said, REALLY? and then boy reminded me of the story of his first lie when he was 5 years old: he didn't want to get in trouble at home for getting detention in [catholic] school, so when his parents asked him wtf was wrong with him, he said he had been molested by one of the priests. his parents believed him and this whole investigation was launched, and he knew he couldn't bail out then, even though his parents asked him repeatedly if he was making it up. it got to the point when he was actually getting ready to go to court over this, lawyers and everything, and finally he caved and admitted he had been lying. so boy and i established that we're good foils for each other, since i would have been out really early on in both of those situations. he then proceeded to make fun of me, pantomiming me telling a lie, immediately admitting my guilt, and throwing up from the stress of it. we were laughing so hard i almost did throw up, but i said, "i've never puked from lying about anything!" and he said, "sure you have. you just swallowed it so no one would know." hahahahaha. for the record, i really haven't, but it's hilarious to imagine. and it's good to know that neither of us are liars, but for different reasons. i'm morally opposed to lying, so i don't do it, but the boy doesn't do it because he's always gotten caught and it never ended well. i don't think the reason matters. completely off-topic: this is currently the most delicious breakfast item i have encountered. i usually go with the south beach s'more fiber bars, but they were sold out, so i bought these and i will be on them for a while. they taste exactly like a samoa girl scout cookie. SOOO good, and not the texture of packing peanuts like some other fiber bars can be. man oh man. ugh, off to my mom's. |