Ask e Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies

Secrets are a big part of everyone's life. Everyone has a secret they have, and for the most part, its difficult to keep it that way. When I was younger, I was a bit of a compulsive liar, nothing big, mind you, but about little things. On the off chance that I would have done something that I shouldn't have, I got pretty good at covering up my little white lies, so when my friend called me and told me to lie to her parents, I felt confident that I could pull it off.

My friend Jane Doe called me one afternoon and told me that she had woken up in some stranger's house after a rough night of partying and had the worst hangover of life. She was supposed to be at her parent's house by 9 am, but when she called me, it was almost 2 pm. I knew her parents well enough to know that they had been very worried and would be disappointed in her. I knew she would do it for me in a heart beat, so I agreed, even though I felt that she shouldn't have involved me if she insisted on lying.

I was surprised by how conflicted I felt. On one hand, I felt pretty bad when I would tell her parents that Jane had stayed with me that night. I didn't expect that to be the case. I guess it was because in the same situation, I would have told my parents as much of the truth as I could although I would never tell them the entire truth. It was uncomfortable, but I knew that her parents would be more comfortable with the the truth that Jane had created, and the real events would worry them more and cause them to be disappointed in her, and she couldn't take that.

On the other hand, I had this secret that I was itching to tell. I had known Jane since high school, and all of our old friends would be shocked at how much she had changed. It was juicy gossip and I had to try really hard not to break. I felt like I held this power over Jane and over my other friends. But I know that I won't tell them, because after all, if they gossip to you, they'll gossip about you, and I don't want that.