Did you know that Jack and Meg were lying about being brother and sister? They were married. I only heard that they had lied when they got divorced. I wonder how that story was meant to serve them and whether it did. Jack and Meg aren’t important to me, but I think it’s interesting when people tell big lies that don’t have a clear rationale. When I lie it’s because I want to be less noticeable, so the lies come out like, I’m fine, nothing for me, all good, very comfortable, thank you.
Once I accidentally lied to the night caretaker. He came in to my office to empty my trash can at the end of the day, and started a conversation that I did not understand. His English is probably very good but it’s fast and the accent is strong. I felt rude asking him to repeat himself again and again and so I just agreed with whatever he was saying. It turned out he was asking me if I was going to watch the Rugby Sevens, which I absolutely was not, but he was very excited for me when I said yes yes mmhmm. And from then on he asked me a lot of questions about my passion for rugby and I couldn’t bring myself to tell him I know nothing about rugby so I tried to learn a little so I could say something that would make sense. He was so pleased to have these conversations that I felt like I was doing the right thing by lying.
This wasn’t what I started out to write here. I meant to talk about the academic writing process and my lofty goals to publish a billion nerdicles about psychobabble. Maybe later.
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