If there is one thing that annoys my mama the most, it is being “sneaky.” She would scream at us when we were little if she found us hiding/lying/doing anything shady. She always said she wanted to hear the truth, even if it hurt. {And I swear to you, I can hear her words ringing in my ears screeching, “The truth will come out anyway!”}
She really wasn’t screetchy very often, but this did seem to set her off. My trigger point has more to do with being taken advantage of. The older I get, the more I understand why people feel like they need to lie or be sneaky. It’s never right, but it most often has nothing to do with me and everything to do with their own issues. That said, who hasn’t said a white/gray/charcoal lie before and then thought, “Huh. Where did that come from?”
It isn’t in my nature, but it’s happened. I remember a time in college when my friend Emily and I were being introduced to a new group of people. We were each going around and saying our names and majors. Somehow, mine came out as electric engineering. I was an electronic media (journalism) major. Emily’s head popped up and she stared at me from across the group with this look of, “are you going to correct that?” Once I said it, I didn’t know what to do. It was out there. So I figured if anyone asked, I’d pretend they misheard me. I didn’t even know where the math classrooms were. They would be wrong. Not me.
It is definitely my nature to be too dramatic. I add numbers on when telling a story and make a mountain out of a mole hill for effect. If I think it doesn’t really matter, I’ll elaborate like the best of them. I’m not sure when this started, but it is again something I’m becoming more aware of. It isn’t genuine and while I can at time tell an entertaining story, it would be better to tell a funny and true story. And let’s be honest, my most hilarious tales are those I couldn’t make up if I tried. Like the time I made friends with the tranny at the Hillary Clinton rally. Or the first time I rode Ruby and managed to cycle right into the crotch of a man getting off a bus. Or the time I nearly flashed my OBGYN in the waiting room because I mistook “pick up your script” for “lift up your skirt.” Yep. That really happened. And yep, I nearly died of embarrassment as I strode through a sea of eavesdropping pregnant women laughing so hard I thought someone’s water might break.
See? The truth can’t be beat.
That said, these photos? Sneak peeks of upcoming fabulous projects lingering around the house waiting for final touches. I’m sneaky like that.
~K