Ever heard of this game? It's one of those rinky dink icebreakers. Despite the air of forced socialization, I adore this game. Fact is, I love information. I guess it comes from feeling I never got the full story as a kid. I learned to peek in drawers and ask inappropriate questions. I'd do anything to feel like I had a better grip on the situation. I had no borders or boundaries, no respect for your privacy. I was blessed (?) with roaring curiosity and an innate ability to put things back where I found them.
Today I still the hand that reaches to invade the space of another, but the voracious appetite for dirt remains. Catch my interest and I will collect the bits of yourself that you drop like bread crumbs. Saving it all up for the day I might be hungry. Folding all the facts into the folds of my mind for safekeeping.
So is it any surprise that I like this game? I like that participants must make the facts interesting so to disguise the lie. I like combing my background for bits of funky, sea glass, memory that might distract you from my falsehood. I like knowing more.
Here are the two truths and a lie that I gave today. Please forgive me as they were thought up on the fly. Can you tell which is veritas and mendacium?
I modeled when I was a baby.
I learned to ride a bike when I was 7.
My kindergarten life plan was to become a prima ballerina, marry and have kids, then become a nun after my husband passed away.
5 comments:
This is the false one:
My kindergarten life plan was to become a prima ballerina, marry and have kids, then become a nun after my husband passed away.
We play that game all the time to introduce ourselves. Amazingly the first thing I always say is "I'm incredibly shy" and everyone always thinks that is the one that is false. But it isn't!
I learned to ride a bike when I was 7.
That's the fake one. You learned at six, I'm guessing.
Names, nope... that was my plan! Needless to say it's changed since.
Joe, well you're partially right. I was 12 ;)
You wanted to be a nun? Glad you kicked that habit
(bad joke noise played in the background)
I wanted to be a ballerina, but I grew boobs and buggered my ankle and was told I'd never be able to go up on points... Kinda wrecks the prima ballerina wishes!
Oh Scarlett... I love a good pun. Even if I was slow on the uptake with this one.
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