If we’d live in a Pinocchio world, someone’s lying would be easy to detect.
Unfortunately, unless you had CIA training, it might get difficult to reveal a good actor.
However some people claim that body language can tell a lot.
I do want to say, I’m not a big believer of this.
If you see me folding my arms, I’m not trying to be defensive.
I’m just awkward and have no idea what to do with my arms.
If you see my hands on my hips, it’s usually because my lower back pain kicks in.
But I did have a look on some of the common signs when someone is lying:
- When someone’s lying might breathe more heavily
- They may repeat words or phrases
- They provide too much information
- They tend to cover vulnerable body parts (mouth, throat, chest)
Lately, I have been drowning in lies and excuses.
I know that my lies sound so unconventional that they’re almost believable.
I have become really creative with it, yet almost out of excuses.
But I am far from proud or relieved.
In fact, I hate living like this.
One year ago I took this job with full excitement.
And I still love it.
But what I don’t love are all the social activities attached to it.
Not only because I want to drink tea and watch Netflix in the comfort of my own home.
But I am very nervous about the location of the activities.
There are certain areas and roads that I cannot go to.
I cannot even hear the name.
I cannot even bear seeing the name.
They are not just on my navigation. They are on road signs, they are own trucks and cars driving by.
If I even see this name, a series of rituals have to be performed.
I throw away my clothes. I need to chop off the tiniest bit of hair. I clean the house endlessly.
And I pray that I can be spared of all of this for at least one day.
Thank you OCD, thank you so very much for ruining my life.
Yesterday I signed my contract for a job abroad.
I also told my current manager about it.
He was incredibly kind.
That’s why calling him with an excuse “my toilet is clogged” to skip a team building tonight was really F*ing hard.
I’d love to tell the truth.
But I can’t.
I’m not embarrassed.
But some words I simply cannot hear or
I am slightly relieved that the big news is out.
But I am really crapping my pants since Jasper did not yet the contract for the same country abroad.
Realistically, things are looking good for him.
But also realistically, I don’t trust the universe.