I remember about two years into my TBI recovery, I told my mother I was working in a small office on staten island.
I wasn’t. Still way too sick.
But it was killing her seeing me home so I made it up. (working for real now overnight on Staten Island :))
My sister knew about my scheme and after about six months she would ask me how work was going sometimes before she caught herself! :)
I guess many of us lie to ourselves to some minor degree.
Liberals do it to a horrific and dangerous degree.
And I have grand kids now, so Santa the Easter Bunny remain in the vision. But neither of them bring death to our shores.
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