A Big Lie is Better than a Small Lie

Thanksgiving is next Thursday and I’m looking forward to some gut-busting food. (Mmm, turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie—yum.) And while the food is tasty, Thanksgiving is also about being with family; I’ll see relatives that I don’t otherwise see during the course of the year. And there is one cousin in particular that never ceases to amaze me every time I see her.

While this cousin is older than me, she often times seems much younger (like the fact that she’s more interested in the High School Musical movies and Justin Bieber than her pre-tween daughter). And that somehow she convinced my great-aunt (probably through shear force of will) to read Twilight. She’s just very enthusiastic about pop culture that appeals to youths (to the point that sometimes I wonder if she had a Freaky Friday moment with her daughter and switched bodies). I find her obsession with youth culture pretty amusing (as I am at a lost at times to what she finds so fascinating).

It’s her thought process that astounds me the most because it seems so foreign to me; often enough we’ll be talking about a normal topic and then she’ll just state something that will take me aback. She of course thinks what she just said is perfectly normal and I’ll be sitting there with my jaw dropped in disbelief. In one conversation she was trying to convince me that a big lie was better than a small lie because then you know it’s a lie. And that’s just one example (out of the many) of conversations with her that makes me go “What?” [Shake my head in disagreement.] “No, I don’t think so. I don’t understand how you got from A to B. Your logic is not like my logic.”

It’s always entertaining to hear my cousin speak because she says so many unexpected things, and I’m hoping this coming Thanksgiving will be no different. (Please amaze and astound me…)