Unbelievable Deceptions That Started Small But Spiraled Into Life-Altering Truths
That I have a twin. So it started when I met a girl I really couldn’t stand at the mall, and she walked over to me. In a panic I just pretended to not know her, and acted like I was my own twin. I told her that it happened often and that I would tell “my twin” she said hi. I’m in college now and all of my friends still think I have a twin called Janice, and yes that is the name I came up with in a panic bc I’m a friend’s fan.
When I was 10, I attempted to play softball despite being truly awful at all sports. During the first practice, I thought that I was supposed to throw the ball with the hand wearing the baseball glove. Somehow, the coach interpreted that as me *actually* being right-handed even though I’m a lefty. He told my parents and they had to go get me a glove for my other hand. I played the rest of the season with the wrong hand because I was too embarrassed to tell the coach that I really just had no idea how to sport.
I started hanging out at the bar and drinking at 18. The legal age is 21 where I live. I became a regular at a particular bar quickly and stayed a regular for a decade. For years and years I continued to tell people I was 3 years older than I am. Anyway I have 5 years sober now.
My nail tech is convinced she knows a friend of mine. I have absolutely no idea who she is referencing and got tired of trying to figure out who it was so now whenever i get a pedicure and she asks how my friend is I just make up some story about said friend. It makes her happy.
Tech: how’s your friend?
Me: oh she’s good. She’s going on vacation soon.
T: oh! Tell her to come see me!
M: I will!
It’s not a lie I told, I just never corrected her and now it’s years down the line.
My name has an accent over a letter, like Chloé. We have a close family friend, someone who I consider a second mother who used to just spell my name without the accent (and i never corrected her because it wasn’t that big of a deal to me), until she saw me write my own name. She asked me about it and then made it a point to always use that accent. Although she accidentally got the letters switched and spells my name like Chlóe.
It’s been almost 10 years now. I can never tell her.
I was working through some problem in my head and I was just really unaware of my surroundings, which included my gf at the time. Unbeknownst to me I was apparently talking to myself under breath.
Out of nowhere she started “Aww’ing” and gave me a huge hug. Apparently something i said sounded like “Mi amor” and she thought it was my way of saying the “L” word to her for the first time. She changed her contact in my phone for her to Mi amor, she started signing messages with it, she shared the story constantly and made comments about the excitement of dating a latin man(I do have some heritage but my Spanish is from SoCal immersion).
I have no idea what she heard me say. I completely lost my train of thought when she started “Aww’ing” at me and I have no idea what I had even been thinking about or the problem I was working through at that moment. Only thing I do know is that I absolutely did not say “Mi amor” and I never corrected her .
That I don’t really study well and that I didn’t like biology that much but I actually was a great student and loved bio. Later I just stopped studying. I’m getting back on my feet now though.
I complemented a friend on her purse. I actually thought it was the most heinous bag I had ever seen. She bought me one, and I felt obligated to have it any time we hung out. We didn’t hang out much after that.
So, not a lie I told, just one I had bear witness to for 7 years. My daughter is very shy, and at her first softball practice when she was six, as the coach was going down the roster he pronounced her name Briana (her name is Brianna and he was using what I would consider to be the fancy version of Anna with the ah sound). She did not correct him. When the first game happened and I heard him say her name I was confused. I asked her why she didn’t correct him. She said she didn’t know. I told her to just politely let him know how to say it and she was like “I can’t now. It’s been too long and it would be awkward and that’s what my teammates call me too”. So, for 7 years she let these people call her the wrong name, and begged me not to correct them because she’d be too embarrassed by the fact that she hadn’t done it in the first place.
I pretty much can never eat anything sweet ever again unless in private.
When I started dating my now husband I was quietly trying to lose weight. He loves chocolate etc and after I turned down the third or fourth sweet thing offered he asked why. Slightly embarrassed of my diet I told him I hated the taste of “sweet.”
