What do you lie to/deceive yourself about?

Interpret the question any way you like and take it in any direction.

The thing that made me think of it today was when I was driving home from Whole Foods with a big bag of veggies, greens, organic chicken, etc., eating a muffin and drinking a *natural *soda.

I had a friend who used to buy lots of books because it made him feel like a reader, which he saw as a good thing. One day he realized that he didn’t read, didn’t particularly enjoy reading, and would rather watch tv/movies. So he stopped buying books. (BTW. he’s a doctor.)

We’ve all seen people (it used to be men, especially in Texas, but now I see girls/women doing it) who think they can still get into *those *jeans, and to prove it, they buckle their belts below their huge paunches.

You get the idea.

I have managed to convince myself that everybody I meet gives a damn what I look like. While body-shaming and the like are still very much a thing that happens, I’m relatively certain (intellectually) that nobody cares what size my ass is. I don’t believe it, but I know it.

I also repeatedly make plans to clean the whole house top to bottom at least once a month. Even as I make the lists of things I want to do, I know I won’t do them.

That drinking diet soda is as good as drinking water.

That I’m not old.

For people that take your question to mean “What myths do we tell ourselves to keep our sanity" here is a previous thread on that.

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Close enough! Thanks for that.

That I have enough time to get there.
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I have a very strict budget with all sorts of specific rules about what I can and can’t purchase in certain categories.

I spend countless hours rules lawyering the hell out of the thing to let me buy the things I really want to buy.

It’s a hobby.

That I can continue to backpack by myself around the world forever. I’m blind and 77 and I’m leaving next week for the Horn of Africa. I suppose some day I’ll say to myself “Maybe this was a bad idea”.

“I can remember that. I don’t need to write it down”.

Sadly, I think I’m pretty, until someone takes a candid photo of me. It gets harder and harder to brush that off every year.

You’ve shamed us all! That is fantastic. Have a wonderful trip and come back to tell us some stories.

That my hair is God’s ultimate statement of feminine beauty.

Wow! Definitely want to hear me about this!

I tell myself that I’m not really disabled, just very, very lazy. It’s the only way I can cope.

That someday I will meet a woman that will cause me to stick my neck out and take a chance. The older I get, the more set in my routine I get. Dating or having a relationship would be disruptive to my routine but I keep thinking I’m going to meet someone that is going to inspire me to say “screw it all, I’ll risk it all for this person.” Of course it never happens. Magical thinking. In my more rational moments I accept the path I’ve chosen.

My mental image of what I look like does not match the image in the mirror. I tend to avoid mirrors but I also think I look better than I do.

This. I try to think of myself as frugal and good with money, and spend a lot of time budgeting, but the bank account clearly says otherwise.

That I won’t die today.

So far, I’ve been skating by…

I am just the opposite and think I most likely will, then wake up pleased every morning. :wink: