Liar Liar, Pants on Fire

Today, we briefly discussed the Big Lie Theory, if its okay to lie to someone, and when. This topic made me zone out a bit and I tried to think of times where I wish I didn't know the truth about something. I like to see my self as a pretty practical person, and I'm generally not a "you just gotta believe" type of person. So, if I were offered a choice between the red and blue pill, I'd definitely go red -- I like dependable, irrefutable truth that can be relied on under any circumstance. When I was much younger, my mother usually gave me a very sugar coated perspective of reality(in contrast to my father who saw things quite oppositely ), and I had to learn most of the ugly truths on my own, and the hard way. I don't blame her though, because its just the way she sees the world, and she is a very caring, and optimistic person (often too caring and optimistic).

When it was time for me to attend junior high, she sent me to a school far away from my neighborhood in an attempt to have me meet "new types of people", after hearing bad things about our local school , like kids fighting on the bus, and other bullshit, but what junior high kids didn't? Contrary to what she thought, the same bullshit went on at all the other schools(yes including mine, suprise!), but it was worse in my situation because of the fact that I was way out of my area with no one to go home with. At least if you had to deal with bullshit like "Freshman Friday" you'd be able to deal with it with your friends from your block; not me though. I didn't like the first year, but the last two were so much fun I remember most of it up until today.

In the end, I'm glad I went there, and I'm quite sure I got into way more trouble than I would have had I went to my zoned school, one reason being I was far away from home (meaning no neighbors could tell on me). The school was pretty diverse as far as ethnicity is concerned, and there was a little bit of everything going on. Looking back at it now, I sometimes think "wow, [that] went on in junior high..." All in all though, I'm glad my mother lied to me (without knowing she lied), because it made my new experiences that much more potent. Do any of you ever wish you were told a lie instead of the truth?