What else have I stolen in my life? When I was five, I stole a pin from my neighbors, and lied about it too. It was costume jewelry for children from Avon, where the face was a lid beneath which was some cream perfume. I still have it.
Also, about ten years ago, I was in a pet store looking for air tubing connectors, which are these teeny tiny pieces of plastic which join ends of air tubing for aquariums. They were loose in a box full of junk and I had to rummage for them. I spent so much time rummaging that I ended up feeling entitled to them, put them in my pocket and walked out. My ex got really pissed at me. "If you'd gotten caught, do you think it would have been worth it?" He was right of course. Weird that I did that, because I'd never before desired to take something from a store without paying for it. (In fact, once I got past the register with a roll of toilet paper tucked under my arm that I'd forgotten about and that the cashier didn't see. I turned right around and paid for it.)
And those are the only things I've stolen.
When it comes to lying, I'm apallingly honest. Even telling white lies makes my throat close up. I've only recently learned that being so rigidly honest isn't necessarily good in all situations. Like, I declared art my second major at school because only art majors can get into art classes, and how else am I supposed to finish my minor? As soon as those classes are completed, I'll drop it back down. Also, the VA VocRehab won't fund me unless I give a concrete goal. Never mind that I don't have one yet; as far as they're concerned, I'm looking for a teaching position in this town. *shudder* Beth was the one who set me straight: "You're being too honest, girl! Just tell them what they want to hear!" You might think it's funny, but that thought hadn't occurred to me.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:22 PM
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