July 23rd 2015
Today I told a lie, and I don’t even know why I did it.
I was speaking to a customer at work (I’m a waiter) as we were approaching closing time, there wasn’t really much for me to do so I kind of just chatted to these two guys for about twenty minutes.
And the guy that did most of the talking was a nice guy, a bit of a “Gap Yah” posh boy if you get what I mean. If you’ve ever seen Jack Whitehall as JP in Fresh Meat, then he was that kinda guy. If not then you have no idea what I’m on about, but that’s okay because I don’t have any idea either.
We were talking and I mentioned that I’d just graduated University, so he asked me what I studied and what I got in it.
And I lied.
I told him I did maths but I said I got a 2:1. I didn’t get a 2:1. I got a 2:2. (Which, in case you’re unfamiliar with the British degree classifications, is not as good as a 2:1)
I dunno why I lied. I think it was mainly because I could. As soon as he leaves my restaurant I never see him again, he leaves and my lie leaves with him.
I think I lied partly because I’m embarrassed, that’s got to be at least some of the reason. I didn’t do as well in my degree as I’d’ve hoped, so to make up for it I hide it from complete strangers. Makes sense.
I apologise that the tone of this blog is slightly different from the others but I’m very tired so yeah, sorry.
It’s ironic that I lied about it today because this morning my actual degree came in the post. Three years work and I get a piece of A4 paper and a handshake.
Oh, and £30,000 debt. Let’s not forget about that one.
Until tomorrow, I don’t know why I lied.