“How are you, Gianne?”

“Good”, I replied.

Ut oh….lie number one.

I decided when I woke up that I would count the lies that I told. Feeling like I am at a point in my life where I am the most honest that I’ve ever been, I felt confident that I would do my counting on one hand. Boy, was I wrong.

I wasn’t really “good”. I was frustrated about a few things and didn’t have good sleep. I tried to excuse myself from lying by understanding that when people ask, “How are you?” they rarely are wanting an answer to that question. “How are you?” is really just “hi”, isn’t it? Still, I was out to prove a point and felt confident that I could own this particular lie and still be pretty much “lie free” for the remainder of the day.

That was true, until a few minutes later.

A woman baked cookies for the office. She offered me one. Stood right there as I took a bite. “How is it?”, she asked.  “Really good.” , I said, and that was lie number two. I won’t tell you what I didn’t like about the cookie, but will tell you that the woman who baked them wanted to know specifically what I DID like.  And my mouth added to that first lie by 4.

And that was in my first 5 minutes interacting with live people. SIX lies. I was already out of my first hand of fingers!

I have heard people discuss lying. Heard them refer to the sickest people being the ones who lie about meaningless stuff. The ones who just rattle off the little white ones. I thought about my first six lies of the day.

UGGGGGG………I’m for sure a sicko!

Bet YOU are too.