It was not my plan to end ’09 with a lie. I was really hoping to save all of my harmless fibbing for ’10. It just didn’t work out that way. To echo every guy during the last moments of a damned relationship, “I swear that I wasn’t trying to lie to you; I mean, it’s the thought that counts, right?”
In 2010 I will turn… umm, 30.
I guess that makes the next twelve months the Year of the Lie. I think the best way to explain it all is to simply tell you that I am really enjoying my first week of being 25 years old. I feel like it’s important that I fabricate the truth to everyone, not just myself. As a result, I lied and made a vow to myself that I wouldn’t just lie without being honest about my lying – and I will gladly wait while you read that sentence again for clarity.
Here are three major changes for the Year of the Lie:
It’s 2:40am. I’m sitting at LAX, waiting on standby for a 6:05am flight to Salt Lake City, and eventually to Kansas City (a whole story in itself). No biggie, right? Right… if I wasn’t supposed to be on that same flight yesterday. Speaking of yesterday, I drank some coffee about fifteen hours ago. Life was so different then; things were innocent, pure, alive… Wait, am I really typing right now? I could be dreaming, and in that case, you’ll never get to read this.
