Because Monday came in like a
wrecking ball leaving me in state of shock, I feel like writing today’s prompt
to jumpstart my thoughts. This morning ritual somehow prolong those good
weekend vibes to help me start my week off right.
So while I am sipping my hot
coffee and trying to decipher which deadline to beat. I decided to scan the
newspaper for a while and apparently come across an article about lies people
tell to themselves and how they work wonders in their coping up mechanism.
While I don’t totally agree with it, there is some truth to what the author is
conveying. The author claims that
white lies or make believe narratives or stories, are ways of reminding
ourselves that the misfortunate event is temporary and we have the power to
change it. Like past pains can be rewritten as battles won, not scars
collected. Nostalgia can be enjoyed without giving up anticipation of the
future.
Well of course, I am not saying
that we should all lie or use make-believe stories to move on and cope up. I
just wanted to point out that there are inevitable times when white lies are necessary.
These lies or ‘make-believe’ stories could be a way to make us feel better about a ‘NO-NO’ move or perhaps
a temporary reason for doing things to keep us sane.
Because everyone’s guilty of making poor choices once in a while, I am
no stranger to these little (big) white lies. I usually have classic lines to
make me feel better whenever I indulge into something. These white lies sometimes
justify my poor choices, convince myself that I will do better next time, or serve
as a way of venting out, just to laugh through a rough day or week.
1.
Just
one more look (and I
will end trying all the outfits I have in mind)
2.
Just
one bite (and I
will end up eating the whole desserts)
3.
Just
one more sip (and I
will end up awake all night, drinking 5 cups more)
4.
Just
one episode (and I
will end up watching ten episodes)
5.
Just
one more page (and I will end up reading 15 chapters
more)
6. Just a scribble (and I will end up writing a novel)
7.
Just
this once (and I
will end up missing the red flags)
8.
Just
few kilometers (and I
will end up with leg cramps)
9.
Just few
more laps (and I will end up with 20 laps more)
10.
Just
five more minutes (and I
will end up over sleeping)
If I can outgrow the white lies or the make-believe stories I tell
myself, I think everything will be different. But for now, these white lies
are narratives to keep me going; perhaps an escape to the humdrum place I know.
