I've been thinking a lot about lying this week, prompted mostly by an impending weekend away with a group of vanilla friends, and the inevitable question, "what have you been up to, then?"
I hate lying, as much as I hate being lied to. I'm not particularly good at it, I feel very uncomfortable doing it, and I have a hard time understanding why people would want to lie. This is one of the reasons why I have told people I think I can trust about what I've REALLY been up to recently. I suppose, though, that this lifestyle makes liars of us all to a certain extent. Even those people who only spank within their marriage have probably had to lie if asked those "what gives your marriage that special something" questions. I would imagine there are very few people who have revealed their real identities on their blogs or in their comments. The chances are that we all lie in small ways every day about TTWD.
I suppose the way I cope with having to lie, especially to my friends, is by making sure that my lies are more of the "omission of facts" variety, rather than out and out untruths. Semantics, I know, but it makes me feel better about things. So I will be spending the weekend being very careful about what I say and how I say it. The compensation will be that I get to spend the weekend in the company of some lovely people.
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