Liar!

I'm still wrapping things up down here. Paying off a few last bills, cancelling services I no longer need. Putting the chairs on the tables before turning out the lights for the last time. Today I gave my gym notification that I'd be leaving. I thought it was going to be a straightforward process, but as I soon as I made the request, the manageress appeared, as if by magic, to quiz me on my rational for leaving. I was slightly taken aback by this, and although she wasn't impolite about it, she was clearly keen to change my mind. I naturally rail against such attempts - I'm generally a stubborn sort and once my mind is made up I dislike it when others get in the way of my plans. Perhaps for this reason the thought popped into my head that I didn't have to tell her the truth. In fact I could anything at all. I know that seems rather mischievous of me, but my rational is far more altruistic that you might believe. There have been a series of niggles at the gym, minor irritations really, like an near complete absence of coat-hangers in the lockers, equipment taking too long to be repaired, a broken that mirror on which a sign was taped saying it would be fixed soon, despite having been there for almost six months. Nothing serious, but to me indicative of the fact that someone somewhere isn't paying as close attention as they should be. So rather than give my true reasons for going, I decided to cite these points, in the hope that it might encourage the management to pay closer attention for the sake of the remaining members. The manageress seemed quite distraught by this, something I hadn't expected. She admitted she was aware of these problems and was doing her utmost to rectify them, and that if I stuck around I'm soon see an improvement. Naturally I felt quite wretched about this. She did seem genuinely upset, and all for the sake of what I thought was an innocent white lie. It may all have been a ploy or her part to persuade me to change my mind, but if so I didn't feel any better.

I'd like to consider myself an honest sort, but the truth is that I'm as guilty of telling white lies and lies of omission as most anyone. Such things don't normally bother me... but my actions in this case did. Perhaps it was the blatant nature of my lie, I'm not sure. I think I'll try to stick a little more closely to the straight and narrow in future. Guilty consciences don't become me it seems.