Well, yes, i have lied; but only out of sheer desperation. In my early years of growing up, the hapless victim of my lies was an elderly priest. I must have been around 8 then. It was mandatory for Catholic students to go for confession twice a week. I couldn't recollect enough sins to fill up one session let alone two. So where was i going to hunt for more? I finally ended up saying what the girl sitting next to me was going to confess. The priest came to know about it; but instead of a severe sermon, he befriended me. From then on, confessions became a heart-to-heart chat between a jovial 60-year old and a talkative 8-year old. We became close friends and enjoyed each other's company for 4 years till he left for his heavenly abode. Since then he became my guardian angel and has been watching over me from above and every time i spin a tall tale during confession someone tugs at my ear and whispers "now, don't you lie, my little girl".
I'm a grown up lady now and life's myriad situations leave me with no other option but to blurt out a spontaneous little lie even when i'm not in the confession box. My ears have grown bigger now, with all the tugging and whispering and i think it's time i told my guardian angel to stop pulling my ear and start pulling my hair just to make those brown, curly strands a few inches longer.
