Libeth

No one likes a liar. I don't find myself lying often, and I consider myself a truthful person, for the most part. But when I do lie, oh baby do I commit!
Through out my life, I have been known for some half hearted-intentional lies. In part, I find it funny to fuck with people. The first worth mentioning was in fourth grade when I told everyone my real name was 'Libeth'. As you can tell from my blog name libbynotelizabeth.com - I am often called Elizabeth. Libby is typically a nickname for Elizabeth, but my parents new from the get go I was a more casual gal who couldn't handle the responsibility of being 'Elizabeth'. Just Libby. But in the drama that 10 year old girl finds herself in, I needed to stir the pot. It started small. At recess telling my friends "the truth". I played it up, acting as though I was freed from the burden of hiding my real name. I sucked about 4 of my closest girl friends into my lie. Please, just call me "Libeth", I insisted. They did so without hesitation. I don't believe I was that good of a liar, but I'm sure my friends loved the drama that I was trying to create. I told people that my parents made a hybrid name of Libby+Elizabeth, in more fourth grade terms -they couldn't decide.  I got bolder, telling my teacher and other adults. I honestly don't remember their reactions, but from what I do remember no one exactly called me out on my lie. Probably because it was so stupid, it came off as a joke. My best friend Sidney fed into my lie as well, to the point she started to go by "Sideth". I don't remember the origin of her being called Sideth, but I've always appreciated her for being that friend. To this day Sidney falls right in line with my bullshit. Sidney's step dad still calls me Libeth on occasion, a subtle reminder that I once tried to convince people I had a hybrid name because my parents were indecisive.... Sorry mom+dad;).  
To be totally honest and transparent, I don't want my readers to think less of me because I find comedy in little lies. For the most part I live my life with honesty and expect the same from others! But on occasion I just can't resist! As I've grown older I have only lied about a small handful of things. On occasion I tell my friends I have terminal diarrhea so I cant hang out, and have feigned car problems to avoid going to class. But both of those occasions are reserved for when I need to catch up on Will and Grace, or have homework I didn't finish- sometimes both at the same time. I will have to dedicate another blog to other stories of me messing with my friends and family, but as I wind down writing this I ask you to reflect on the best lie you've ever told. How old were you, and did a nickname haunt you because of it?
XOXO
-Libeth