I got brayed for telling lies. I also got brayed for telling the truth if I'd done owt wrang. Couldn't win either way.
That take's me back to those dam log table books. Do they still teach logs in schools in the age of calculators? As for the topic, like others Ma was a bit strict on that score and it stuck. I have been known to exaggerate a story, for effect and I long ago developed a knack of answering a different question to the one asked rather than lie. Then there are the Grandchildren where I suppose you could say that 'little white lies are commonplace', -'the bogeyman will get you, sort of thing. However by and large I don't lie. Nowadays I think that it's simply because I find it's easier to tell the truth. One you start lying it must get hard to keep track and when you get caught out I presume that you must feel an idiot. I would, so I don't do it. I confess to the times when I break the rule. It's usually when one of the Ladies asks something like, do I look nice in this? Even then in days gone by when asked if a particular dress made her backside look big and I'd be honest and explain that it wasn't the dress it was that she had a big arse. Then I discovered that I was rather short of female company so learned to be gallant.
If I'm going out with my wife I'll always tell her she looks good even if I think her hair is a bit weird or her clothes don't suit her because if she's happy I'm happy. Similarly when my little girl does a drawing I'll always say "wow that's great" despite thinking wtf is that supposed to be. They're the sort of white lies that make everyone's life a bit nicer at no moral cost.
Lied compulsively as a kid. They put it down to an over active imagination at the time. A bit better now but I'm definitely not cleaner than clean. I think I lie most when I find the truth to be boring.
My dad never failed to dish out discipline. His best mate Tommy had a son called Mark. Mark was a **** & had a love of throwing stones. The twat hit me right in the brow with one one time. I gets myself up & smacked the **** right in the middle of the face with a left hander. I broke his nose. He went off running to his dad to tell him. My dad smacked me arl ower before I could tell my side. He's been dead 13 years & I'm still waiting for the ****ing apology.
