Three Truths and Two Lies Revealed – #Blaugust Day 8

I figured I would come back to the Two Truths and a Lie post from last weekend. Mostly to at least reveal which were the truths and which were the lies for those of you who stopped by to read.

1. I always wanted to be a stripper, but never really had the self-confidence to do it.
This one is a truth. I knew some friends who had done it when I was younger and while the sex industry can have a lot of problems, it would all be how you make it. I was never one to get caught up in other people’s drama, so I feel like I might have been okay. But also, I might not have been okay.

2. When I was younger, I wanted to be a lawyer.
This one is a truth as well. When I was in elementary school, I had to write an essay about what I wanted to be when I grew up. Coming from an Asian home, the only options were lawyer or doctor and the thought of looking at blood and people’s insides all the time was out of the question, so LAWYER IT IS! Except that once I graduated high school and took some college courses, I learned that I didn’t really like law at all. It was muddled with crap and bullshit and far too many words than is necessary. The first psychology class I took won me over for life.

3. I have been to 7 countries: U.S. (duh), Korea, England, Mexico, Canada, Wales, and Japan.
This one is a lie. I have been to all of these on the list except for Japan.

4. My absolute favorite thing to do is talk on the phone.
This is a bold-faced lie. Folks who know me know that this is something I absolutely hate doing. I do it because my job and life require it, but if I could eliminate the need to talk on the phone I would. I always feel like text messages and even emails are a kinder way of engaging with another person. It’s less immediate and not so much all-in-your-face. A phone call always feels like someone is jumping in your face screaming for your attention right this second. I hate it.

5. I have 9 tattoos, 2 of which have been covered.
This is the truth. I’ve been under the needle more times than I have tattoos though, because I’m a wuss and can’t handle being drilled for anything more than about 3 hours. So the bigger piece (my left arm) took 3 visits to complete because I simply could not sit there for more than three hours.

If you did a similar post, share it in the comments! I’d love to check them out and see if I can figure out which are the truths versus the lies.

This post is part of the #Blaugust series.

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