evil_eyes wrote:
As a teenager, lying is a necessity for me.
That made me smile.
I slept through an appointment I had with a college counselor the other day (already rescheduled once)
and my mother later demanded to know "Didn't you have somewhere you needed to be today? At 11?"
and I was clueless until she reminded me. I acted like it was the next day.
Why?
Because I didn't feel like her lecturing me and talking down to me, and the damned appointment is easy to reschedule.
I'm a f*cked up 22 year old.
NOT a ten year old.
That "Little White Lies" thing is interesting-
for a large part of my life, I honestly thought it was less rude to interrupt someone with "I don't care"
than pretend to listen to them.
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For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly, destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay.