Your Word Is as Good as Poop.

So remember last week when I said I'd do a thousand things and be a better blogger? Do you remember it happening? Of course not. I'm a dirty liar. Sorry about that. Usually, I'd be able to sleep quite toasty and at an ease of mind knowing that. That is, until someone told me how bad I really am when it comes to lying.

Hmm.

My first reaction was to purposefully take a sip of water only to spit it out violently in exasperated protest (we were having lunch). How could that be bad?, I thought. It's my blog, I DO WHAT I WANT. Who cares if I say something and not do it? Nobody thats who. At this point I was feeling pretty smug about my argument, and my classic look of condescension was surmounting my face:

slightly scruffy, but not out of reason.

Yes. I had brought my petty, lunch-date fool to his knees. I was victorious. Before we went our separate ways, this jester pulled quite the parthian shot as he was climbing into his car. I will never forget what he said:

"Connor, I dare you to try to not lie once tomorrow. You won't be able to do it."

Okay. Challenge accepted. Punk. I love my close friends, and I respect him... but he couldn't stop this, I'm as clean as a whistle.

Oh boy.

My lie-free streak lasted a whopping five minutes into the next morning. My mom had asked me if I did my homework last night. I said yes, knowing in instant that word squeaked out of my pre-pubescent vocal chords, that I had already failed. Of course, I only rationalized that this must be a fluke in the system; I was better than this. With purpose in my footsteps I ran out the door and into my car, seeping with paranoia at the thought of telling another lie. Not a minute later, my phone rang. Somebody was wondering if I had plans for that night. This guy didn't even have a chance: I replied yes and promptly said the "sorry bro maybe next time" line. A second later I hit the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. I sat there and collected my thoughts. A grandma honked at me. LAY OFF GRAMS. As I sat there with my car idling, and cars whizzing by, it hit me. I am a liar, through and through. Even though I didn't really know that guy who called me very well, I didn't even give him the benefit of the doubt... just a lie. The longer I sat there, the more instances I could recall where I have totally lied to my friends and family, without a conscious or care.

I suddenly felt very sick. The kind of dull pain that rises from your bowels and into your chest, and seems to drag your heart down. I was just fortunate to have people around me that still trust me after all of my lies and omissions. I'm sorry this post just got all heavy on you. But since then, I have tried to quit my addiction to lying, and so far: It's been eye opening. If you get anything out of this post tonight, just know that lying is a poison. It digs into you every-time you coverup and make false excuses. It feeds off you. If you are a liar, then please, let's try to quit the habit together. I wish I was talking about cocaine.. 

Well. Now that you are officially sad/weirded out, watch this Jim Carey video. Its hard not to like this guy: Karate Instructor

Goodnight everyone.