Lies! Damn lies!

I hardly believe that everyone could be totally honest. I take it it's human sometimes to be a liar. Nevertheless, lying to yourself is something else. Why I am saying this is when you have the need to say something or pissed off by your own expectations.


I have had expectations from someone I care dearly about.

The expectation was to have an amount of R120,000,00 deposited to my account due to the work I have done for them from 2006. I was writing a television script which my work will be exhibited at the London Theatre becuase it can be telecasted on the local movie theatre. My expectation, like any other greedy South African, I expected to make big bucks from the script.

What I learned was that my work was reviewed and one judge suggested that it deserve a second position. But a second review stated that my work deserve only an exhibition. Why would a work deserve 'only an exhibiton' if there's no contractual agreement giving credence to such.

I bear no resentment. This was just a series of big time loses that I have gotten over. The second biggest was the South African annual short story writing competition. For three consecutive years, I have competently failed to have my name and story being called and printed in radio, and print media. There was R25.000.00 at stake.

These are financial lies that I have come to inherit

I have reminisced an adage situation which got most of us talking.

The dependability between men and women. My friend do not believe telling women the truth can help anyone get her, specifically in dating. She thinks,'women love you better when given the sense of mystery. They forgive honest souls because they recon a lack in romantic adventure.'
Personally, I distort the truth! For interest sake; I met this lady the other day at a party that I was invited at. Listen to this conversation:

Me: I'm not perfect but I have a reason.
Her: Okay!(disinterested)
Me: That's why you are not smiling.
Her:(surprised) But I don't know you.
Me: Have you known me, we would not be her. Forgive my imperfection. And assume you have made me perfect in an instant.
Her: I don't mind.
Me: In a perfect world,that you took me to, I'm Owen. I love to believe that I can think deeply when I'm not in a party.
Her: I'm .........(she asked me not to mention her name)
Me: Assuming that we now know each very well, can we have a drink together,(sensing that she'll refuse) with consent from your friends, of course.
Her: It's fine. I'll stay.
Bingo!
Next Step. Because reality is a persistent illusion. I said,' As far as I'm not perfect, you'll not be bored.'
Her: What it's interesting about you?
Wow! A million dollar question.
Me: I do not know what to say to have nice women like you give me consent to touch you all over. But I have always assumed that they would love to get the feel of my inner world.
Her smile, which sometimes serve as a confirmation of my getting to bed, cropped up.
This was part of distorted truth that can be called lies!damn lies! Very untidy but can work and would like to help advnace the pursuit of these qualities: sophisticated, urbanised, well executed lies. And staying positive about it.
NB. If you would like to join me in this lies series, just have an ideal that you're working torwards, but exclude material or financial pride and lies because that needs physical evidence.
Lie ideally!