If you knew you would never be found out,
how honest would you be?
Would you confess if you went for a meal,
and one of the drinks was not charged for?
Have you ever been off work “sick”,
when you were definitely not.
Are you totally truthful with your partner,
or have you sometimes “bent the truth”, just a little?.
I was listening to a man on television one night,
who is a security consultant.
He said that three out of every four people are dishonest,
if given a chance.
Not the rob a bank sort of dishonest,
but the everyday things I described above, dishonest.
My husband looked at me with a telling look,
when he heard this.
I guess he knows which side he believes I’m on.
Now you who follow me regularly I know,
may be surprised to hear,
that my husband knows me well.
I am not in the special, unique one in four category.
Growing up I can remember my mum saying,
in exasperation, on more than one occasion,
“A lie wouldn’t choke you”,
or “You could say Mass!”.
Neither of these comments were intended to flatter me.
From the earliest age I can remember lying.
I did it regularly and without a thought.
I was part of a large family,
it was always worth taking the chance,
as someone else may be blamed.
I never really fretted about it being a sin,
or about it being wrong.
I would lie to make my life work for me.
One of my clearest early lies I remember,
was when I was about nine years old.
I went into a toy shop with my brother.
He is younger than me by one year and eight months,
a fact I never got sick of telling him,
and one he never gets sick of telling me now.
How we are related is beyond me,
because this boy has conscience enough for two of us.
I was not the most conventional of young girls,
and I wanted to buy an airfix model of a ship.
it cost £2.99.
Sadly out of my price range.
“No problem, I thought” I had a plan.
I wandered about that shop until I saw it.
A toy for £1.99. Perfect.
Along came my younger brother.
“What are you doing?” he asked,
as he saw me picking off the price sticker very carefully.
I explained to him that I was taking the price sticker off,
in order to put it on the other toy,
and then I could buy it for £1.99
Telling him was a huge mistake.
He went into a flap,
looking around that shop terrified,
his face bright red,
and looking as guilty as sin.
He was convinced that I would be discovered,
and the police called.
What would Mum and Dad say?
I quickly told him to get lost,
and went about my plan.
Then I boldly went up to the till,
and handed over my airfix,
the doctored price perfectly covering the old price.
“£1.99”, the shop assistant said.
I smiled thrilled with myself,
and carried home my toy,
with not a trace of guilt.
Sadly the same could not be said about my brother,
who was in a state of panic and shock.
Over the years I can remember so many more lies.
I have already written about one here before.
I called it “I confess and I’m still not sorry”.
As I look back on my lies now,
as an adult and a parent,
I admit that some of them make me smile.
However it is my lack of guilt,
and my ability to keep to the lie,
that I find shocking.
Certainly not attributes,
I would be proud to have my children share!
Just for the record,
I am glad to report,
that I am a much more honest individual nowadays.
However as I write about all this,
I think that everything happens for a reason.
Maybe just maybe,
all that lying has helped me.
Thinking on my feet,
and always planning my next move,
may in some small measure,
have allowed me become the “creative” thinker I am today.
Or maybe I’ve not changed at all,
and this post is just another lie!