Think you’re honest? Apparently we lie over 10 times per week.
Confession: I used to be a chronic liar. I would exaggerate everything. From blaming my brother for doing something that I obviously did as a child, to what I got up to on the weekend. I think I just wanted to embellish my not-so-exciting life.
The tipping point came when I was 16-years-old. My friends and I were at a house party, we’d had a few drinks like the naughty under-agers we were and while sitting on the beach, started sharing stories of what we’d done over the winter break.
I told my friends that I’d spent the night with my friend and her new friends (true). We’d driven round listening to Imogen Heap’s ‘Hide and Seek’ on repeat for hours on end (also true). I then told them, in my Passion Pop-induced-daze, that me and her new guy friend had fooled around; the ultimate teenage brag. Also (LIES).
Then, when I arrived at school on Monday, teenage me had unknowingly and unwillingly become the school “slut”.
That’s right, before Easy A was released to a global audience, it was my life.
My friends were kind enough to inform me that I was now known as the girl who’d had a one-night-stand with a guy she didn’t know, on a beach. At high school, this felt like a life destroying reputation – the only thing worse would have been admitting it never happened at all…
According to an article in the Telegraph, the average person tells 10 lies per week. Not even kidding. It’s easy to see how these lies slip off our tongues.