I hate not being aware of what I do. A few days ago, I realized that I lied and manipulated more than I thought.
At work, for example, I'll be talking to a coworker and I'll lie about something so they would give me sympathy. Then, I'll usually use Frank as a pawn. "Oh, he needs surgery and we won't be able to afford it." Out of the goodness of their hearts, they'll "donate" money to the Frank Needs Surgery Foundation.
I was at the library and this woman needed to find this book. I know the library like the back of my own ballsack. I said, "I know where that is. I'm a librarian." I led her to the book and we struck up a conversation. I told her I volunteered at the library, but was actually a professor at a local college. We discussed how high the price of college was. I told her we could work out a payment plan that was convenient for her. I gave her the address of the college, so we could meet up. I never showed.
I do this stuff a lot. Yet, I didn't notice how much. I thought I didn't lie so much. I thought I didn't manipulate that much. Well, I was wrong. I hate being wrong.
