Monologue: Valid Lies
Character: Erika Rosenfel
Rating: PG/PG-13 (language... kinda)
Word count: 212
Everyone always asks where you were and what you were doing the night of the crime and sometimes, I just feel like being completely honest, but I figure my smart-assery would get me into trouble, so I usually lie.
Despite what people believe, I try not to lie. What good is there in being dishonest? Already enough dishonest in the world, so I try not to add to it. But sometimes, you just gotta have a little white lie, just twist things a little. Trust me, it’s better for you.
Yeah, I know. Who am I to admit to lying in one sentence then to say to trust me in the next, but what can I say? There are times when the truth hurts or the truth will do a little more damage and I like to cut down on conflict and all that jazz.
Besides, what they don’t know can’t hurt them, right? Not like I’m hiding some big secret to saving the world or something. Just fudging things a little, downplaying the truth, keeping things clean.
Cause honestly? I don’t think you want to know or hear that on the night your guy got shot up, I was fucking my boyfriend in his apartment all night about three blocks down.
Rating: PG/PG-13 (language... kinda)
Word count: 212
Everyone always asks where you were and what you were doing the night of the crime and sometimes, I just feel like being completely honest, but I figure my smart-assery would get me into trouble, so I usually lie.
Despite what people believe, I try not to lie. What good is there in being dishonest? Already enough dishonest in the world, so I try not to add to it. But sometimes, you just gotta have a little white lie, just twist things a little. Trust me, it’s better for you.
Yeah, I know. Who am I to admit to lying in one sentence then to say to trust me in the next, but what can I say? There are times when the truth hurts or the truth will do a little more damage and I like to cut down on conflict and all that jazz.
Besides, what they don’t know can’t hurt them, right? Not like I’m hiding some big secret to saving the world or something. Just fudging things a little, downplaying the truth, keeping things clean.
Cause honestly? I don’t think you want to know or hear that on the night your guy got shot up, I was fucking my boyfriend in his apartment all night about three blocks down.