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Lie Day

I recently had occasion to want to educate myself about some lesser known holidays.  When I asked my friend ‘Google’ about them I found that there are way more weird, unusual, odd, unique, and bizarre ‘holidays’ then there truly need to be.

For instance, tomorrow (April 4th), is ‘Tell a Lie Day’.  Now I don’t know about how you live, but I actually try to avoid telling lies.  I like truth and honesty and integrity.  I believe in keeping promises made come hell or high water.  And now, here it is, a day that seems to be mocking my belief system.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not preaching any holier-than-thou stuff at you. In fact, I don’t go around hurting people’s feelings just so I can say that I always tell the truth.  However, I do attempt to err on the side of polite and have learned to say such things as “It has a very unique flavor,” or “Do I like your new haircut?  Tell me, do you like it?”

I’ve also used completely ridiculous lies.  “What’s for dinner?”  “Tonight we are having a lovely selection of rocks and sticks.  If I have the time I’ll see if I can whip up a little mud pie for dessert.”

I don’t know about you, but I feel that if you cannot tell something this ridiculous is actually untrue, perhaps you deserve to be served yard waste for dinner *shrug*.

However, tomorrow is Tell a Lie Day.  Tell a lie day.  The day that you can go around feeling justified saying whatever erroneous thing you feel like saying.

“No, that dress isn’t too tight, I’m sure you haven’t gained any weight at all.”

“That paper was written beautifully.  I don’t know why you got an ‘F’.”

“I didn’t buy anything at the mall.  I was window shopping.”

“What happened to the last piece of cake?  I have no idea.”

“This is the best lima bean pudding I’ve ever had.”

Weeeeelllll, alright, you got me.  Technically that last one wouldn’t be a lie since I’ve never had lima bean pudding.  By default it would have to be the best lima bean pudding I’ve ever had.  Also the worst.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t believe we should have a ‘tell a lie day’.  But if you simply must participate, try to keep your lies creative, friendly, and relatively unhurtful.  Don’t go out and commit infidelities and then use the day as an excuse to cover it up.  Don’t lie about how the car got totaled.  Try to be a good (lover, daughter, bestie, son, cousin, or friend).  Don’t come up with a lie about why you missed something scheduled – a phone call, an appointment, a special day – whatever.  Unless the lie involves an elephant, three bowling balls and a package of Necco wafers.

You should definitely tell that one.  No lie.


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Patrick the Looney

St. Patrick was not St. Patrick and drinking was not an option.

Everyone ‘knows’ that St. Patrick was Irish and liked to drink but wouldn’t you be surprised to know that not only was St. Patrick not Irish but not even a Patrick.  Would it shock you to know that from 1903 until at least 1961, pubs in Ireland were closed on March 17th?

St. Patrick was born in Roman Britain and was captured around the age of 16 and enslaved.  His birth name was Maewyn Succat.  After six years of working as a herdsman, he subsequently escaped and returned to his family.  Even though his father was a deacon and his grandfather a priest, it wasn’t until his time of slavery that he learned to pray daily.  It was during these years of isolation that he found God.

After escaping Ireland and returning home, a journey that took several years, he studied theology.  After having a vision, he decided to return to Ireland to become an apostle to the Irish people.  One thing was fairly clear.  Patrick was different and so was his approach to the Irish people.  He was not about teaching “religion” to potential converts.  He wanted to be a missionary – an apostle to spread the word of God’s love and grace to the Irish.  It is said that the bishops of the Catholic Church treated Patrick as a kind of theological looney since he focused less on ritual and more on the souls of people.

Patrick’s approach to life was fairly simple – believe in God and do His will.  His writings are authentic and straightforward – and they are not about drinking pints of Guinness.

It is believed that Patrick died on the 17th of March, though the year is uncertain.  St. Patrick is said to be buried at Down Cathedral in Downpatrick, County Down, alongside St. Brigid and St. Columba, although this has never been proven.

So, now you know that Patrick wasn’t a Patrick, wasn’t Irish, and wasn’t a drinker.  Really, just don’t get me started on the snakes which aren’t snakes.

Happy (and informed) St. Patrick’s Day, ya’ll.  This is Tuesday DangerGirl, signing off.

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