I've always been one who detests lies especially when being lied to. Like, why would you even lie to me? It's not like I'd beat you or anything. However, I can't deny the fact that I've told my own share of lies. Now, I would try to justify myself by saying; “I only tell little lies” but I won't because no matter the kind, big or small, white or red, a lie is a lie 😅.
Although, telling lies has often saved me the trouble of further queries and consequences. But other times, it ended in total disaster due to backing up one lie with a thousand more. And that's more reason why I now try as much as possible to always tell the truth regardless. However, there were times I regretted telling the truth and wished I told a lie instead.
One of such experience happened some years back while I was still in highschool. Myself and other students were sitted for our final exams in the school hall. During periods like that, my school usually registers a number of external students from a school that's not accredited to take such exams.
Anyway, on that day, one of the those students brought in a cheat paper and was writing the answers on her booklet. And while I was sitting in the middle of her friend, they were both communicating so much that I found it really distracting. Suddenly, she passed the cheat paper to her friend and she started using it too.
Unfortunately, the invigilator caught her shortly after and enquired about who passed it on. But both girls refused to utter a word. And being the only possible witness, the invigilator turned to ask me about who passed the cheat paper. From the corner of my eye, I could see the girl staring me down not to expose her. She even tried using her legs to give me a signal.
And, I found myself caught up in a dilemma because the invigilator threatened to use me as a scapegoat if I dared to cover up for the culprit. Knowing fully well that being the “scapegoat" meant prohibition from completing my exams, I ended up spilling the beans because I couldn't afford to compromise that.
Telling the truth may have saved me but it perturbed my conscience. I felt kinda terrible because the girl's answer booklet was torn to pieces and she was disqualified from taking the exams. Moreso, the other students kept pointing fingers at me for being such a “tattletale” and “snitch bitch”… I was also called “imature and “unsmart”.
In as much as I tried to put on my “I-don't-give-a-damn” garment and move on, I couldn't help but feel guilty deep down. To be honest, I regretted telling the truth. Certain times I thought to myself; “Maybe I should've just played dumb or told a lie instead”. But if I had done that, it would've put me in trouble you know.
So, should I have carried someone else's cross or should I have just stuck with the truth? What do you think hive friends? 🤔
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