Kill me now.

A friend of mine recently told me that I constantly over-exaggerate. At first I was upset by this statement, and felt like it was something of a personal attack. But ever since they said this, it's made me realise how often I really do exaggerate things just in every day life.


For example.


On Christmas Day, I got texts from several friends asking what I got. I told them 'Aww, heaps!' I say 'heaps' frequently. But when you think about it, the literal meaning of 'heaps' brings to the imagination a picture of a heap of rubbish at a refuse dump. That's a lot of rubbish. That's a heap of rubbish. A large amount. My gifts last Christmas would barely fill half a bin bag, let alone a rubbish HEAP.


About a week ago I told a work collegue that I owned 3 pairs of Mi Piaci shoes. Now, this one was a cross between a lie and an over-exaggeration. I have 1 pair of Mi Piaci shoes. And I got them second hand at an opshop in Browns Bay. So they may well be either fake or so overused that they are no longer considered designer.


Yesterday, I stumbled on the street as I was walking to the bus stop from my second uni lecture of the year. As soon as this happened, I instinctively called out "UGH, kill me now!". The friend who I was walking with said nothing, but the ever-present voice in my head said: "Yeah, Grace. You're overexaggerating again." Of course I didn't actually want someone to hop out of a shop with a knife and stab me viciously in the chest. That would be more uncool than my previous trip in the middle of a busy street.


This morning I got up late and, upon realising that I was gonna be late for a movie date with a good friend (with romantic past, yes) I announced that I hated my life. I do not hate my life. My life is amazing and I wouldn't trade it in for the world. Okay, that was another exaggeration. Of course I would. I mean, the world! The WORLD!! That's a pretty big deal. I'd take it. Fo' Sho'.


So don't get me wrong, this blog isn't me making a resolution to stop over-exaggerating. Because in all honesty, I like the freedom of exaggeration. It makes stories more exciting, and my blonde-teenager image obvious. Plus it has a tendency to draw attention to me. And let's face it; I love that. Heaps.