Yesterday, as I was making my way through the basement to the laundry room, I saw a group of people discussing something whilst standing around some paint buckets. I kept my eyes down and tried to walk past unnoticed, but one of them looked up and said "Are you here to help paint the basement?" I feigned surprise, as if I hadn't seen the flyers taped to our doors the night before, and lied to their face. "Uh, I'm doing laundry right now. Maybe after I'm done?" I really did have laundry to attend to, but the "maybe" I tacked onto the end was a lie. I had not the slightest inclination to help them paint the basement, so saying that I might help them after I'm done with my laundry was false. Then, because I don't like confrontation I used the other staircase on the opposite side of the building so that I wouldn't have to pass them again.
I felt guilty. There was no reason I shouldn't have volunteered to help them out. I wasn't doing anything else except for a CSI marathon on television and putting off my homework. So why did I lie? Because I'm unsociable. True fact, but I think it's just part of this funk I've been in lately. Hopefully I'll get out of it soon.
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