caffeine diary

How can you lie to your children?

Today in Soc. of Death and Dying, we talked about children and death, and there were shared anecdotes about parents telling children truly atrocious lies about dead grandmothers who were "on vacation" and dead pets who had "run away." It was hideous. It made me twitch more than any discussion of what they do to dead bodies. (Okay, maybe not that much. I can't really deny the fainting spell. Still. Intellectually, larger twitch.) How can you do that? My parents never lied to me, not when Pete was stillborn, not when my parakeets died, not when any of the people from church died... I suppose by the time I was fourteen and Jeane died, they couldn't have lied even if they wanted to, but the thing is, they never did. Heck, they didn't lie to me about Santa Claus.

I don't understand how parents can lie to their children. I really don't. I don't get the Santa Claus thing either, for the record. You know you're setting your children up for disappointment later... how can you lie to children and expect them to trust you?

Then again, honesty is like, hugely important for me.

Anyhow.

I finally finished my honors thesis proposal. I had to wake up extra early to do it, but it's done. Just needs some signatures and the approval of the committee. I'm almost hoping they won't approve it, so I won't have to write the paper. Ugh.

Now, it is lunchtime.

Today, I ate breakfast!

Tomorrow is election day. If you're a registered voter in a swing state, vote Kerry. Please. Do it for me. I want a shiny new president for my birthday.

I have so much work to do! And so much sleep I haven't gotten! *twitches*

And, um, fannishly, um... I like Tara. sage_theory wrote me Wes/Tara. It's shiny.