In My Spare Time

I get bored easily. Instead of doing something productive (such as homework for my newly started course), I sometimes create elaborate stories for the sole purpose of trying to get someone to believe that they are true.

Example: Today I called my sisted and, in a semi-freaked out tone, told her that I had been doing landscaping for my dad in the backyard of his house. I stated that I was digging a deepish hole to plant a big shrub between the border of our lawn and some woods behind it when all of a sudden I cracked through some weird, thin layer of plywood or something similar.

I went on to say that a hole about 2 feet deep opened up once I removed some debris and that I found a small, human-shaped skull at the bottom of the hole, surrounded by a border of rocks laid out in a square shape. I asked her if I should call the police or what while Lindsey wondered aloud whether or not the people who lived here before us had a baby that died and secretly buried it back there.

So, she believed me.

It was fun.

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