I cannot tell a lie.


No, really.  I can’t.


Sure, I can omit, avoid, or possible even bend.  But flat out lie?  Can’t do it.  I have a lot of flaws.  A lot.  But lying just ain’t one of ’em.


The whole concept is something that I’ve never even been able to wrap my brain around.  I don’t understand it.  How is it even physically possible to say a thing that isn’t true?


I remember the first time I heard/saw someone lie.  It was in fourth grade.  There was this boy in my class named Jesse (no clue why I remember his name.  probably because he traumatized my brain for life) and he was always getting into trouble.


No I will not tell you which one is me.



At some point him and I didn’t see eye to eye on something.  I’m pretty sure he had hit me.  Probably with his hairbrush.


So I did what any respectable 10 year old girl would do.  I told on his shiny-haired tail.


Me, him, and Miss Woodard ended up in the hallway.  I, of course, did my part to keep the threads of society from unraveling: I told the cold stark truth.

“He hit me with his hair brush!”


Then that evil, evil boy said:

…wait for it…

…wait for it…

No I didn’t“.


Gasp.  Horror.  Shock.  Awe.


I clearly remember my jaw physically falling open.  It was like some kind of evil magic trick.  How did he even do that?! You can’t say a thing that’s not true!  That’s like defying gravity or not having a crush on a New Kid on the Block. Impossible.


And yet there the jersey-wearing, shiny-haired evidence stood before me.


I still can’t lie.  If you walk up to me today and say, “Jessica, did you fill-in-the-blank“, I will say, “Yes.  Yes I did”.


Not necessarily because I want to, you see.  Because I can’t not.  Can’t.  Not.


So what are you?  A Jesse or a Jessica?




  1. i can tell which one’s you! you look cute. x

  2. Jessica, I’m happy to say that I am now a you. I was not always. There was a time when most of what I heard in my life didn’t seem to jive and so truth didn’t seem very important. It feels like the life of someone else now. :)

    • Jessica says:

      I have no explanation for why I was like that as a kid. I certainly didn’t grow up in an environment of truth telling. Lol.

  3. I am seriously thrilled that I was not in your 4th grade class. No lie.

  4. I’m definitely like you. Can’t lie. Mostly, I just don’t think fast enough. You ask me something, my mouth just goes before my brain can catch up. It’s always the truth. Unfortunately, it’s not always the nice version of the truth…I’ve spent years trying to work tact into the equation…it doesn’t always make the cut. LOL

    And I never had a crush on a New Kid on the Block. Just saying. ;)

    • Jessica says:

      All of that sounds eerily familiar… :)

      Also, you weren’t a child of the 90’s. So you’re off the hook. :)

      • I think their first album came out when I was a senior in high school. They played at our Grad Night at Disneyland…if I remember correctly, my friends and I threw our drinks at them…not one of my more stellar moments. :/

  5. I’m with you… can’t tell a lie. Though I couldn’t say that was always true.

  6. So, are you on the front row? :)

  7. I’m so glad I wasn’t in that class! And I don’t remember that kid….and, just curious, but what kind of face is Chris O. making? Lol :)

    • Jessica says:

      Heck if I know. :)

      And come on now, you know you want to show off that sweet perm and you had. ;)

  8. I can’t lie either. It’s a good trait that sometimes gets me in trouble!! ;D

  9. I love that you can SEE his hairbrush in this photo. That is just great.

    (I found you through the Sunday Best Link Up.)

  10. I totally want to know which one is you! I thought it was the little girl in the white dress in the front row, but you say not. Hm!

    At any rate, I’m somewhere in the middle. I can lie, and I have. Lots. But these days, I’m more of a will not lie kind of girl.

    • Jessica says:

      I’m in the middle, on the right, in the white shirt, making a clownish face. :)