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Lie: “I broke his nose.”
I mentioned this one earlier. This is an easy lie to tell, because I didn’t actually know the guy, and I went to the doctor for my hand, and I got a brace. I actually punched him in the back, not the face. Why did I punch him? Hell if I remember. I was drunk. I don’t even remember what the guy looks like.
How did I pull this off? I said the following: I punched the guy in the face because he called me a cunt. (the one insult I can’t handle, truth) he had a bloody nose, but I didn’t stay to see how bad it was. I was too concerned with my hand. I told people it was a hairline fracture, but actually it was a small tear in a ligament. I told the doctor I gave the guy a bloody nose, and the doctor told me that if I hit him hard enough to hut myself, I probably did some damage to his face as well. The doctor is confident I broke his nose.
Maybe I would have if I’d actually hit him in the face. Unfortunately, I didn’t have that opportunity.
Why did I tell that lie? Easy. Intimidation factor. I want people to know I won’t be messed with, not willingly. And it’s all a front.
Truth: If I was a little prettier, a little stronger, or if I had grown up a little more insecure, I might have become a bully. I’m not for sure about that, because I am naturally happy. As in, I’m happy more often than I’m not. But I think there’s a strong basis for the thought.