I am a liar
Sunday, February 22, 2015
I almost never lie. Honestly, I am normally a very honest person. Tonight, however, I found myself lying repeatedly. We were invited to dinner by friends. They are genuinely lovely people, and their kids clever, polite, and interesting. Also invited were mutual friends with toddler twins - precious and almost unbearably adorable. And us.
We brought dessert - chocolatey and fruity and nothing that I could eat. Dinner was all sorts of low protein and high carb, most of which I could not eat. I ended up having about an ounce of meat and half the communal bowl of lettuce. The meat was delicious - so flavorful. And the conversation warm and fun and funny. And did I mention the absolutely adorable and interesting children? But then came all the lying. I lied when I said I was full. I lied when I said I was full during dinner. I lied when I said I was full when dessert was served. I lied when I said I was full when the birthday cake came out. I lost count of the lies since there wasn't any more meat and I couldn't eat anything else and I didn't want to make our lovely hosts feel responsible for my unconventional dietary limitations. And then, I lied when I said we needed to leave since we were tired from a long day - because the truth was I needed to get home and forage in the fridge for protein before I fainted.
I know what a white lie is, and I'm pretty confident each individual lie I told qualified as such. So I don't feel that I am a bad person because my lies did spare our very hospitable friends my troubles, and didn't hurt anyone. But what is it called when there is a series of lies? Would it be a lie flurry? A lie storm? A lie blizzard?